Anyone remember Covid? 5 years ago, I wrote this song just before the quarantine. A faceless neighbor lashed out at me in a way that humiliated me. I thought I was asking a fair enough question regarding the effects of living next to a tranformer. How many of us have these toxic interaction online? I was embarrassed and SO tempted to write back from my rage insults designed to tear this man down. It almost felt like a kind of gravity pulling me to react from my shame; gain a sense of power back.
But I didn't. I stayed with the emotions instead; feel to heal. And this song came out in the process. The anger expressed gave way to the insight that both my (troll:) neighbor and I were desperately in need of mercy. I didn't know him, but I knew I didn't want to hurt him. So the self-retraint was well rewarded with a song that came in so handy as the covid quarantine hit only a few weeks later.
I enjoyed singing it so often during that crazy time in a tiny apartment in the middle of the NYC chaos. Instead of fear, I was reminded of how scared my neighbors were and saw many acts of aggression as calls for mercy. Instead of taking the bait, I'd sing the song and find that expanded safe space that mercy provides when we'll to invite it in.
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