The weekend before the tragedy I was at a conference with some wonderful musicians- outside of scheduled hours, we sang every chance we could, and on into the night. After the tragedy, my heart longed for the kind of union we had had during the weekend; all I wanted to do was sing in harmony with like-minded friends. I've been able to do so on a few occasions- We Shall Overcome at the Brattleboro candlelight vigil was one such moment- and will get to sing all day tomorrow and again tomorrow night with good people. It's better than most pleasures and therapies in life.
And all day, every school day, I've been singing peace songs with the children. More good therapy.