I sat in the room, the air growing warmer and more still with each passing moment.
There was a familiarity…a dreamlike quality that made me feel, at turns, both comfortable and anxious.
I have been away from this world for five years now.
The energy in the room…the joy…grabbed hold of a part of me that has lay dormant.
Janna spoke first, glowing with pride over her project, the project that brought more than thirty of us together.
Under the Gum Tree…is a storytelling project, a collection of creative non-fiction pieces in the form of a micro magazine.
“Live a story. Tell it without shame” is the thread that runs through each of the pieces.
As a handful of contributors read their pieces aloud, their words nudged and carried me back to a time when I believed I could truly write.
When I believed that I had talent that could be polished…that words were mine to gather, mold, and offer up.
In the years since, I have lost my way a bit, lost faith in what I can do.
But, in those hours last evening, I wondered if perhaps it’s still in me…just within my reach.
And as I closed my eyes last evening, I was lost in thoughts of what might be.
And those thoughts bring me such tremendous joy.
Thank you, Janna.
Thank you for helping me to remember and to believe.