I realized I could cry and allow myself to have my heart open in the pain and feel it fully and not resist it. And there was no story...

This third post was a tough one. It dug deep as I wrestled with the question: “How can I be the change?” My answer? Cry…write…sing… from a broken heart.   And so it flows—messy, raw, dissonant, complex, tragic . . . real. Let Freedom Ring: the Song that Fought Back The song landed shortly after Election Day, darkly echoing familiar patriotic musical themes.  Recording it was like riding a bucking horse--its meter kept turning abruptly with time signature lines resembling mat