Cal and I were talking about the visceral collective energy that crackles through a funeral gathering. Hoto referenced it too; holding somebody whose heart is so utterly broken that they are literally suffering from every pore.

And now, the flip side. Listenting to Awake by Scala, and thinking of what can be created when voices join together and create something bigger than the separate parts.

Haunting, ethereal, collective union reaches in behind the throat and eyes and pulls the soul out in naked fragility, if only for a few moments.

Grace.