02/21/2026
Last night it was so peaceful outside, I had to grab my guitar. I haven’t been playing as much lately, after fully transitioning from primarily music therapist to marriage and family therapist work. This song has brought comfort to so many as I have used it in my practice, and for me as a therapist it aligns with the Narrative Therapy work I often do. It’s not putting a silver lining on the sh*tty stuff, but recognizing that when life gets hardest, sometimes we can’t see past the immediate survival needs around us to any glimmers of beauty, peace, or hope. And, it also begs the question, “how DID you survive? If you got through the storm, and assuming you did because you’re reading this now, HOW?” To me, therapy–and life! – is a both/and situation. It’s nuanced. The most painful things happen, and we bear witness to the profound impact of these losses without debating how hard or how to make them prettier. AND, we also look for what the ugliness may have overshadowed in the moment. Because those glimpses of loveliness, grit, fight for justice, determination, values…those are there, too. When we are able to see layers of meaning and experience, we can weave new stories out of the old.