Thursday, January 17, 2013
Our Dragonfly Cafe: Food for the Soul
I’m glad I went. The poets took a night off, it seems, and we were a small group, but we had wonderful music, sing-a-longs, and stories. Matt Meeker, on guitar, started us off with Crosby, Stills and Nash (some of my favorites including “Southern Cross,” which takes me back to Australia), and some I didn’t know but really liked, like country music artist Alan Jackson’s “Remember When.” Lovely lyrics (see below). Gordon sang along with Matt a few times, and made lovely harmony, I thought.
Then it was story time. Spontaneous. Informal. Jennifer shared a coming-of-age story about a challenging but sobering spiritual journey that took her from “the Farm,” near
Mansfield, Ohio, out west
to California, hitchhiking with interesting
characters, one from Haight-Ashbury in San
Francisco, a trip that shaped her life and outlook, her thinking and
values. Young Maw (not
sure of spelling) shared a story about growing up in Poland, and memories
of the Catholic Church and how it wove in and out of her life. I shared memories of a transitioning Ukraine, struggling to find it’s own identity
after becoming independent of the Soviet Union. Matt told a poetic tale of a trip “up North” on the Ottawa river and lakes of
Ottawa, Canada near Quebec, when he was fourteen years old, taking off in a little plane that lifted up from
a lake and came down on another in some remote forest, where the fishing was also fantastic. Gordon
shared his adventures to Russia
to meet his fiance’s family in a village, a meeting of nuclear scientists, and his navigating the ways of a foreign country, not understanding the language. I
understood. We had traded travel stories, international stories, and growing up stories. We understood. Ural Mountain
I probably don't have all the details right, but sharing stories and music with kindred spirits provides food for the soul, food for thought, transports us to far-away places. Matt brought us home with some closing music, perfectly rounding out a lyrical evening that couldn't have been better if we had planned it. That's Dragonfly for you!then you cried
Remember When, by Alan Jackson (www.elyrics.net)
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