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celebrate


I have coffee breath but it is worth it. I had concert breath and sleep deprivation but it is worth it to feel the energy of a dark room with only the stage lights and an acoustic guitar to light the way for a hundred voices to sing together, to welcome the heavy and sing, to embrace the hurt together and sing, to celebrate the heartbeats and inhalation/exhalation/inhalation of lungs together and sing, to share the stories that haven’t been told and even the ones that are always told at parties or places like this when together is a deep and bonding feeling of energy, phenomenal surreal whole real gentle divine. it is moving. I don’t know these people but I celebrate with them the little victories are getting out of bed or throwing out the pills or saying no or “this is my story” and we celebrate them viciously together, arm in arm open receiving, vulnerable. we celebrate the music that directs our pulses the acoustics of the room, the vibes of these people, this meaning, this music of hollow instruments and purposeful people the fade-away snare and the musician who leads us in the quiet dark to our secret version of “amazing grace” because it is grace that has led us to this place tonight with these people who we do not know to celebrate. the poet who speaks bold words that steal our breaths, sweeps us into the motion of his words, momentum to do something momentum to move in the words flowing like water in gentle strength than any earthly water I know because the words are the holy water of our celebration the kindle to the flame that sets our souls on fire. we celebrate because the words give us hope and do not leave us empty or the same people we were when we entered this place leapt into this sea and swam towards jamie’s words that swept over our heads caused riots in our hearts and demolished the walls of our scars to keep our stories locked up in a safe all in a moment of breath. and for that, we celebrate. it was not what I was expected but everything I needed. I do not know these people and we celebrate.
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kayteelynnn15

"There are far greater things ahead than any we leave behind." Texas. Isaiah 43:2-7. Coffee. Books. Music.

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