...eye(I) witnessed...

i have often wondered what a visual and sensory representation of true community would look and feel like if I could create it, capture it, assemble it, build it...and up until this week, i still had no idea and struggled to express it, especially in words...and then wednesday happened. and i'm not quite sure what makes wednesday so unique except that my eye(I) witnessed the collaborative, transforming, supportive, creative and life affirming power of community, all in one night. if i was aerial at the time, it may have resembled the rhythmic, beautiful collective of an ant colony (i mean no disrespect). i stood back and watched as artists, musicians, bakers, conversationalists, influencers, missionaries, politicians, justice advocates, supporters, writers, film makers, photographers, technical wizards, friends and strangers and random other personalities converged on one small space, at the corner of 2nd and F Street.

eye(I) witnessed the transformation of a coffeehouse basement into a haven for song and color; eye(I) witnessed one person's vision and heart for a cause, coming to fruition; eye(I) witnessed a small group of people seemingly only connected by the book they once studied together, join and lift their hands in service together; eye(I) witnessed closet creatives adorning themselves with courage and sharing their inspiration; eye(I) witnessed togetherness, solidarity clothed in diversity, and a community i perhaps could not seen before...and will not see or feel exactly ever again...hhmmmmm.

pen + paper...no scratch that...keyboard + blank document...wow this is weird

once upon a time I dabbled into the idea of blogging...and would post here and there...and then I realized that I didn't really have a unique voice and was writing for all the wrong reasons...so I stopped...and that was well over 2 years ago.

so here we are...and here I am...wondering if this time around will be any different. Wondering if I will ever get used to "this", in addition to not instead of, the romance that exists between pen and paper. Wondering if it will ever cease to feel like "work" whenever I sit down to type...and wondering if anything I say on here even matters to anyone else but me.

I don't know what this will become...and that is exciting and a bit intimidating all in the same breath. The sun is shining and I am writing again...so I guess that can't really be a bad thing...we'll see.