Mutual Aid
We got rain yesterday. A big storm blew through town just as we sat down for dinner. Gave us a nice cooling off. There was thunder and lightning all through the rest of the evening. I could see the flashes through the window as a group of us broke out our guitars and sang songs. There was a feast, too, which is what friends do when they gather.
Today the professionals will entertain, the ones who give us sustenance with their music. The traveling troubadours, an ancient profession of storytelling through song, a way of seeing the world that resonates within the listener through the shared experiences of just being alive and moving softly through life.
And sometimes they show us how to deal with our demons, although when you’re on the frontline of demon dealing, sometimes the demons gain the upper hand. Then we’re there to provide support and sustenance of a different kind, picking up the fallen, steadying the wavering, encouraging the doubters. I guess you could call it a mutual aid society. It’s a beautiful thing to be in a world where isolation can be a terror.