She heals by being attracted to the songs that lure her mind into a cool, controlled, and calm closure. She listens to the sounds that soothe her heart, massages her brain, and gifts her ears with the rhythms she wants to hear. She lets the music take her away to a time where she can blend into the notes, slip away and into the words she so adores, because music is her inner peace and salvation. She drowns herself in tears that would sink lily pads, the only way to extricate all the acids and salts of sorrow within her soul. She wipes away the tears as her attraction to the sullen songs approaches her silver lining called real, raw, and naked life. She heals by being attracted to the songs that lure her mind into a cool, controlled, and calm closure.
p.s. My grandmother, sister, and I went to see “Southpaw” today at the movie theater (since yesterday we had forgotten the tickets). One of the boxing coaches in the movie talked about healing and how one’s healing is a thing that makes it only that person’s thing, and not someone else’s thing to react on. In other words, her healing is different from his healing; her healing is hers and hers only; ditto for him, and that’s the only way true healing can work. Watch the motion picture if you can. Super great, especially if you’re a boxing fan. But then again, to say it’s a “boxing kind-of movie” is an understatement. So, to the healing process of old wounds and new, one that’s yours to hold, keep, and call your own!