She sings a quiet, sad song called "Sorrow Lives Here," and gives emotional heft to the dying-horse bum-out "Old Paint".
Their fate and their women's sorrow lived on in a once popular song: Hands trussed with a steel wire, my love looked back as he was dragged away, barefoot and limping, Even if it takes 10, or 100 years, please return home alive.
The media found him self-medicating his sorrow, living in a van in south Los Angeles.
Costumed for most of the play in widow's black, her body taut, almost wired, hands stretched, her face blanched with sorrow, she lives every moment of this tragedy with an intensity rarely encountered in the theatre.
That keeps us from dealing with the reality that sorrow and joy live together, in complicated ways, always.
I couldn't live in sorrow forever.
Let this child live in sorrow.
That tradition of turning sorrow into happiness will live on at the Witte Museum on Sunday, with three hours of shenanigans from the Jolly Joeys clown troupe.
And I find a way to travel the depths of sorrow you have to live with every single day.
But when you move amidst the world of sense from both attachment and aversion freed, there comes the peace in which all sorrows end, and you live in the wisdom of the Self.
