Deep Calls Out to Deep

Tomorrow night is the Conscious Party, where we celebrate our neighbors. We celebrate because each one is gifted, and each is irreplaceably unique. And because it's fun. On the first Saturday of each month, we invite our friends to share with us their stories, poems, and songs. Some of them are incredible and surprising. Some of them are familiar. Sometimes it surprises you who steps up to the microphone, or what they have to share. A small soft-spoken woman who speaks boldly of healing, who speaks with the kind of authority that only comes from knowing, from having been there. An old man who pounds life out of a piano and into the room. A young guy whose song echoes a subtler and deeper wisdom than what you'd expect to find in him. That's just it--you can find just about anything at a Conscious Party, except your expectations.

So we invite you to suspend your social routine a bit, just once this month, and kick it with us. You may see what you didn't expect to see in another person. You may even find something unexpected in yourself. What is deep in my neighbor calls out to what is deep within me, here in this special pocket of space and time. What is most valuable is often most deeply buried, so I guess that makes this an excavation party. When you see another person opening up the trap door of their heart, it does something to you. It calls to what is behind your own trap-door-heart. It doesn't take tremendous skill to share, but it does take a lot of heart.

The party starts at 8:00 pm. Get conscious, people.

A man who works with his hands is a laborer. A man who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. A man who works with his hands, his head, and his heart is an artist.

― St. Francis of Assisi