Above The Crowd
I can get lost in a crowded room pretty quick. Something about a group of people in a small space that brings out my insecurity. My relational claustrophobia begins to creep in and I am immediately aware of my inadequacies and short-comings.
“I wish I was better at… Maybe I should start a conversation with… I wonder what they would think if…”
So many conversations. The room is full of stories and energy and laughter. It becomes so loud.
What I love about Joanna is that I don’t have to talk above the crowd.
We don’t have to talk so loud.
From one end of the room she glances at me. From my corner of the room, my eyes catch hers.
There’s a whisper.
A gesture.
A wink of the eye.
And I am engaged in this conversation… with her… above the crowd.
I don’t wonder what she is thinking. I don’t second guess the expression of love I sent across the room. It’s odd, but there’s this one woman who has the power to put me completely at ease.
I connect with her.
Across the room.
Above the crowd.
