I was delighted to observe, just the other day, that on the day I was painfully aware and taken up with the news of the day…I started singing.  I didn’t consciously select a song to sing.  It was my spirit’s response to my compassion and concern for people to whom harm had been brought. 

In the car, on the way to work, almost as an automatic response, I started belting out the lyrics to hymns that were braided into my spiritual DNA as a child.    I enjoyed the music, I embraced the comfort it brought me and I was filled with gratitude that my heart knows, intuitively where to seek comfort.