It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had a chance to visit Po’ Monkey’s. Work and travel obligations seem to have consistently kept me away from the Delta on Thursday nights. I’m always concerned that if I’m away from Monkeys for an extended period of time that folks will just kinda forget about me. That I’ll have to reintroduce myself all over again.
But it’s not that way. Not anymore, anyhow. It feels a bit like home now. Comforting. Peaceful. Inspiring. Reassuring.
I’m not sure why it’s been important to me to keep visiting Po Monkey’s almost every week. There are lots of things bundled inside – curiosity, guilt, enjoyment, enlightenment, fear, comfort, and much, much more. I’m still sorting all of those things out. What I do know, though, is that I learn something new every time I visit. About the people there and about myself. About my family and my community. The past. The present. The future. Something new, always.
There is lots that is wrong with this world, but there are pockets of good that still exist. We all have those pockets. Every one of us. And that’s, I think, what matters.
May 2013 bring you all comfort.