Just came back from my first "house show." One of the performers - a dearly sweet man - reminded me again the emotive, connecting power of songs/words/art as he sang aloud the words life had penned in my heart.
The room was filled with members of a particular church here in Philly that I'd really not heard anything about until recently. And I played the wallflower perfectly - my introverted awkwardness causing unknown numbers of odd phrases and behavior to escape from my mouth/body.
But as I watched these people interact with one another - sharing thoughts, laughs, opinions, inspiring each other - my heart released a hopeful sigh. A whisper of reassurance filled my soul. Soon, dear child. Soon.
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