Changes
Tonight as I awkwardly climbed up the gorgeous Victorian spiraling staircase of my new apartment building (unpacking going slowly) I found myself face to face with someone I've never met but feel I've known my whole life as our stories and social circles were passed back and forth like balloons of joy and peacefulness. I was simply wandering the halls looking for other artists who would like to come to a craft night - those who know me well know I love to craft. Those who know me really really well know I love welcoming others into my space and hosting events. This woman was wise beyond her years and we shared so much under the sun. I'm thankful for open people who simply want to be real and have others be real in return. Society has lost this (I'm actually trying to thing of when it ever was that transparent historically). We tend to have a mask for every season and reason with no regret or thought that maybe someone may accept us, scars and all. We all have so many similarities in our experiences and yet we hide behind these beautiful Venetian masks that are beginning to crack from the inside out. We cry but are afraid to find others who get it because others are afraid too. Until that moment of silence when we hear our story told from another's life and we smile and say.... I know what you mean.
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