At its best life is full and connected. At its worst - tattered, broken, a place we want to leave. Often we forget that we're wonderful. In our unseen bones, in our hole-y sweater. Today, own it. Face the mirror and say, "I'm real." Know you're here. Concave with grief, convex with gratitude, whatever you are. These are songs of encouragement toward our inherent wholeness, sonic trapeze lessons on catching the ache, and letting go.