I have lost count of the different conversations taking place. Laughter cuts in and there’s the sound of clatter as food is shared.

I listen.

Listen to the sound of family, of friends, of new beginnings. Of the inter workings of grace.

One thing they tell you if you’re anxious: stop. Breathe. Listen.

I’m listening now. Listening to sound of God doing his holiest work. Healing through conversations.

It is lovely.