Many people I see (hospital) are in need of comfort and healing and I am happy to give that with music to the best of my ability. But there are also places where I go and the people are spilling over to be kind to me. The Gordon House in Gordonsville is such a place. As soon as I walk in, hands reach out to me, arms open to embrace me and smiles and kind words abound.
Yesterday when I sang with the group there I was remembering my Grandparents who lived in MI and as a child I rode the train from Chicago to visit them. I was always so excited to go see them as they were always kind and loving to my sister and I. There is something special about having a Grandma and Grandpa, a place that no one else can fill in our lives.
I no longer have them but I do have my elder friends at places like Gordon House who treat me like a granddaughter. I leave there feeling full as if I just had a nourishing meal with them. Music is a spiritual food that feeds the heart and soul. It fills me up so I can then spill over to others.
After we finish singing, the people in the group thank me but it goes both ways. Thank you!
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