Watched the new hunger games last night. Something about it gave me the thrill of watching a movie as a kid again. Spending the next week adopting the personality of the main character. This weeks inspiration is Lucy grey. She fell into the games as a chaotic songbird and she left as fractured war hero.

It puts something in my chest to hear her sing at the reaping. Perhaps it stuck with me because it reminded me what singing can be.

It is easy to fall into believing singing is just the glue to hold the next pop hit together. But Lucy grey reminded me that singing can be survival. It has been used by the dejected and ridiculed and oppressed since the beginning of this whole life thing.

My mind wanders back to the moments in my room, over years of screaming in my head. The only way to make it stop, was to moan and sing words and sounds and something about it was so healing and cathartic. Thank you Lucy grey.