Church Like Feelings Coming Over Me
Let’s be real, Seasonal Affective Disorder hit me HARD this last year.
I hadn’t been to a concert in a minute, let alone gotten out of my apartment to see what little sun has come out. So I made my way downtown to support some friends & dance my tush off. The subtle airwaves coming from the new sets of speakers continuously blew my hair about as if I was in the making of Aussie’s new product line. I found myself beautifully lost, moving and shaking without any care in the world. The simple idea that music alone made waves in my veins and my hands danced above, bass crashing into me.
Ever since that moment, the only word that I’ve been able to describe this event: church.
I am still pondering about this but there’s a part of me that doesn’t care, I don’t feel the need to dissect this.
It feels right,
as if I have already accepted it,
dissected or not.
church: a. a building used for public Christian worship.
b. a body or organization of religious believers
I believe church is what you make it but it is also a place to gather with like-minded souls who give praise to this life in one way or another.