Western culture has forgotten our mourning songs. Where is the keening, the laments, the uncontrolled wails? Those deep, untameable tones that are the native language of grief? Like tears, they need to be released.
In this workshop we will form a temporary village of grieving voices. No singing experience is necessary. Just some courage. Using exercises of breath and sound and communal support, I will invite you to get curious about where grief lives in your body. Holding and attending to these hurts with your own sound. We will seek as yet unsung demons of grief and make an exit wound of our throats.
Grief can feel isolating. But it also holds powerful connective potential. Together we will compassionately share and bear witness to folks singing, crying, wailing or whispering their many losses. Creating a communal song that will live on outside our individual selves, a bridge between what’s here and what’s next.