I am drawn to Enya's beautiful voice once again. I first discovered Enya in 1998 while living in Asia. My husband and I were eating at a neighborhood restaurant and I fell in love with the soothing music. With difficulty, as I did not speak the language very well, I gathered from the waitress that the music was Enya. I had her CD in my hands the very next day! Enya was my constant companion as I struggled to endure the death in our family. Some may say that she contributed to my depressive moments, and there may be some truth to that, but without Enya I would have felt very, very alone. There is a meeting of the minds, or rather of the souls, in her voice and her lyrics.
Once again Enya is reappearing in my life. She comes alongside me when I need to feel my emotions, and find words to express my pain and sorrow. She is at times haunting, yes, and that is exactly what I need. My life has entered some dark places in the past few weeks since my husband died of alcoholism. His death was tragic and the attending details conjure up horrible images in my mind, which are devastating. Friends, acquaintances, etc. do not need to hear my sordid thoughts, nor experience my horrid emotions. In America especially, one knows that this stuff is better kept to oneself. This is precisely why I feel so alone in my sorrow.
My grief has a room of its own within my soul...and Enya has been invited in.
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