“Soul healing music” – that’s what the slightly shocked tourist at the airport called what I play as he dropped a bill into my guitar case.
“I wouldn’t expect to find you HERE!” he said, shaking his head, bemused but grateful.
It’s not that I heal anything, really. More like I affirm the humanity we go so much of our lives trying to cover up. In certain stressful places (like airports) hearing even that much of a reminder that we are OK as we are is profound.
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