A perfect moment.
We celebrated birthdays for the month of July today in the dining room at The Gathering Place.
Ice cream. Cake. Singing.
One woman slowly made her way over to the big brown piano, took a seat, and just played. Her eyes were far from being fixated on the music; it was clear, this woman knew this song by heart.
She was playing an old church hymn. Everyone stopped and listened.
Her eyes shut, and still I could see them. She was in another world. She was gone.
I wanted more and more and more.
The music came slowly, and then quickly, and all at once everyone was mesmerized. This was by a woman, who maybe by society and the rest of the world has counted her out.
She isn't rich enough. She isn't skinny enough. She needs help. She can't do it alone.
It makes me wonder: who really can?
And so here she is. Playing the grand piano with vigor I haven't seen in so long.
I feel refreshed. Invigorated. Renewed. Just from watching, and feeling her heart that she is so generously pouring out for everyone to feel.
As quick as it comes, it is over. She gets a standing ovation, and the women are on their feet clapping, screaming, taken aback by the beauty this woman so unexpectedly displayed.
What are we all carrying around that we can offer the world?
This is cool, B. I'm glad that you had that moment. I love people who can play the piano. I think it's incredible. I also think it's cool what you can feel through other people; the vibrations, the emotions. Thanks for sharing. It made me smile.
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