A Kind of Hush on my Heart
The duality of love, loss and music.
Thought it would be safe to put on the music I played for my mother the last time we were together. It wasn’t safe, not when Mum died at the end of March. Lock down and self isolation kicked in then; couldn’t ever see her again.
I didn’t expect playing the same music would surround me in grief, like a buffalo stuck in mud, unable to climb the riverbank…