We have recently lost two women, both in their 50s, from our folkie circle here in Victoria, Australia. We are a somewhat loose group spread over hundreds of miles but we behave like family when we meet. We share our pain in many ways - sometimes with just a hug or a word. I still sing my sad songs, my songs about death, because that's my way. We talk and laugh about happy times.
The love and comfort expressed here within the Mudcat family, for you Alison, and for each other is so inspiring. I feel very humble in being welcomed into it.
Thinking of you Alison and sending my thoughts your way from down here at the bottom of the world. From and with - Joy

My life goes on in endless song
Above Earth's lamentation.
I hear the real though far off hymn
That hails a new creation.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?