By Matthew Redmond — 2020
Dickinson’s imagery shows how keenly she would have understood what we might feel today, dwarfed by a mountain of mortality that will not stop growing.
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I was midway through the therapy when I felt a flash of anger. That's when I knew it was working. I was having a catharsis. But I wasn't undergoing psychoanalysis. Rather, it was a practice called sound therapy, and a specialist was playing tuning forks, drums, and Tibetan singing bowls.