I can say with completely certainty that I am no longer homesick. After last night, I don’t know how I could be. Feelings of familiarity washed over me as I entered this stranger’s house, even though I had never been there, never met any of these people. I felt warmth and hospitality without even speaking to a single person. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it all.
I glanced around and asked Max where he would like to sit down. We picked a spot in the middle where there seemed to be at least two empty seats together. And as I sat down, the old lady sitting in the lazy boy right next to me turned and spoke to me as if we had known each other our whole lives. She talked about the house, she talked about her day, she told us stories about her family, and she asked us tons of questions about ourselves. Even though they were hardly anything alike, she reminded me so much of my paternal grandmother. I felt enveloped in a sense of comfort and ease just listening to her talk – and I didn’t even know this woman!
A few moments later, the lights dimmed. It was about to begin.
Folk music soon met my ears, and how delighted they were. Soft, smooth melodies to calm my soul, to remind me of home. Beautiful, thought provoking texts reached out, touched my heart. Time seemed to slow, allowing us to take this all in. I breathed in deep, and smiled.
I’ve missed this so much. I am so happy to be here right now. This feels so surreal.
Red Moon Road. What an amazing group of musicians. And to be able to listen to them at a house concert! It was just absolutely perfect.