Sunday, 30 October 2016

The conversation! - Ed Sheeran - Small Bump [Official Video] -


Have loved this song ever since I heard it. Yes, I have cried when I have listened to it at times but it is such an important message that needs to be shared.

I have seen how many people have viewed this video and how many comments have been left.

I have read many of the comments. Some relate to the words and compare them to their own similar past experiences, as I do. Others hear the words and compare this experience to a different grief and loss experience they have had. Others do not understand the sentiments behind the words personally but are still moved by the tragedy of the lyrics. Others want to turn the song off because it is too painful. Still others think it is too sad a topic to be shared and it just makes them too sad to listen to it.

There are comments from pregnant women, people who have lost babies and people who are young and have not even entered that phase of their life yet.

All these comments have one thing in common, they have started a conversation about a difficult, taboo topic. I love how music, and all the creative arts open conversations and allow people to heal. This is the dream for my blog/book. I want to start/continue the conversation. I don't have a voice like Ed Sheeran but I am hoping my book will touch you as deeply as this song.




Blessings,

Narelle Hudson.

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Reminders

 
I recently got a tattoo.  It consists of my sons tiny footprints, his name and the date of his birth. It is on my shoulder to symbolise the heavy weight I have carried on my shoulders. Being on my shoulder blade I can hide it when I choose and reveal it at other times.
It is strange really. When I told people I was getting a second tattoo they were excited, thinking I was so brave and cool. When they asked what design I was getting and I told them they got a little quieter.
When they asked to see it after it was done I am not sure what they expected. But I am sure it was not what they saw.
They responded with: 'cute little footprints' and then looked confused as they read the name River. I would say that was my son and they were his footprints. Then they would go quiet and walk away or change the subject. Few people asked about my son or my experience.
It is weird how uncomfortable death and pain make other people when they did not even know the person who died.
My family could not understand how the tattoo would not make me sad every time I saw it. For me it makes me smile. I love the memory of you permanently printed on my shoulder. It is just funny others can't always handle seeing it and being reminded.

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