Kwanza

George and I went to a Kwanza event last week. Even though we were a little late, as soon as we walked in one of three people we knew (but now well) immediately greeted us and gave us a real hug. George called it genuine. I immediately felt accepted and welcomed. They even had seats for us.

There were many nationalities of people there and people from other community organizations. Some were affluent, a couple were homeless, and one person was blind. I didn't feel inferior even though many people were so well educated and I am not. I wanted to be a part of it and I was accepted. People I didn’t know smiled at me. 

The physical, mental, and spiritual came together. From the welcoming hug, the music, the pottery and sculptures, the traditional dance and colorful clothing to the powerful and brilliant personal story a man shared in such a poetic way and with such feeling. At one point, the speaker made introductions and even mentioned us by name.

The feeling was intimate and I felt so a part of it sitting with my neighbors and one of their adult children. I learned about Kwanza traditions. In some ways it reminded me of the Quaker meetings we used to go to. This type of experience is such a gift. I treasure it so much. I felt so wow!