Attendee Type
Masked Player
Created
2025-02-22 10:00:11.204 -0600
Observation
Arrived bare,
soft like dawn,
absorbed the colors, felt the
hands, and listened to the
stories that shaped us.
Love in one hand,
loss in the other,
tilted the scale.
Evil scarred, goodness healed.
The wind blew sharp but the
river kept flowing.
Lost our mask.
Deliverance found.
Response 1
Step steady and slow, ready to look straight at the self you’ve always been.
Response 2
Life carries a tender, precious glow when you let go of the small worries, offering a gentle nudge to hold every moment close.
Response 3
Everything we need’s already kicking around inside us, and it’s kind of a kick to think reality’s just whatever we end up shaping it into.
Revision
Struggle shaped us,
peace softened the edges.
Now we move on,
sowing strength as light guides our way.
