Björk's music is dear to me, and has been for a long time. Her vulnerability makes me feel like maybe it's possible for me to be vulnerable, to sing loudly over quiet music. This morning I rediscovered this track from Medulla, and it vibrated in me.
"With a palm full of stars / I throw them like dice
On the table
I shake them like dice / And throw them on the table
Until the desired constellation appears
How am I going to make it right?"
The question "How am I going to make it right?" is one I feel all the time. I struggle with the thought of saying it out aloud, never mind singing it.