To honor the Goddess Brigid, patron of poets, healers, and midwives, I offer the lyrics to a song by Aimee Mann, "Jacob Marley's Chain" -
Well, today a friend told me this sorry tale
As he stood there trembling and turning pale
He said each day's harder to get on the scale
Sort of like Jacob Marley's chain
But it's not like life's such a vale of tears
It's just full of thoughts that act as souvenirs
For those tiny blunders made in yesteryear
That comprise Jacob Marley's chain
Well, I had a little metaphor to state my case
It encompassed the condition of the human race
But to my dismay, it left without a trace
Except for the sound of Jacob Marley's chain
Now there is no story left to tell
So I think I'd rather just go on to hell
Where there's a snowball's chance that the personnel
Might help to carry Jacob Marley's chain
Help to carry Jacob Marley's chain...
It might seem to be a strange choice, but I think it's a wonderful look at circumstance, and the possibility of escaping what might otherwise seem hopeless. In other words, healing.
You can listen to Aimee singing it here.