Closer I Am to Fine

Well, it was the second last song.

Which is ok since the last song was one that I really wanted to hear.

But many more before these two I didn’t know or only vaguely remembered – and yet, it was just as magical.

Listening to live music – for me – is magical.

Watching the Indigo Girls – with just their guitars and an amazing violinist – sing and tell stories brought me right back to freshman year Anderson Hall laying on pillows on the dorm floor with my roommate Ellen and listening to the album and singing along while “studying”.

Like I said, magical.

And even though there was no drummer, which usually captures my attention because love of percussion is my inheritance, I was still transfixed in their playing, their singing, their movement, their unison, their ease.

Magical.

In their authenticity.

Magical.

In their ability.

Magical.

In their captivity ( a full house!)

Magical.

In my memories – like pearls on a necklace – they strung them together as effortlessly as their playlist.

Magical.

In their emanating energy of friendship, love, acceptance, peace.

Magical.

In the realization that I truly am, closer to fine.

Than I was before.

Maybe ever before.

But definitely than I’ve been in years.

I am fine.

I am, magically, fine.