Celebration

A coming together of people,

a temporary group formation

of individuals,

from different homes and different cultures,

of varying ages, sizes and proclivities,

joining in one accord.

This can be serious.

This can be powerful,

a statement,

a game changer.

This can also be lighthearted,

playfully aimless,

intentionally frivolous,

a kind of undoing of the usual doing. 

A celebration,

in honor of nothing, 

or everything.

An exchange

of food, drink, words, ideas, energy,

personal space,

and collective space.

A giving forth and a taking in,

of what is already shared 

among a group. 

When a space is only personal,

only familial,

only private,

there is one kind of energy,

like a thin line,

like a slow and steady stream of water,

like a hummed tune.

When a personal, familial space

is thrown open,

doors and windows and gates

are opened,

and its elements are shared and consumed

by many,

the energy is enriched and amplified,

like a wide rainbow swath of color and light,

like a rushing river,

like an orchestral symphony. 

What was stale before

becomes raw again.

What was old before

turns over to the new. 

Banquet, by Alexandre Franc