the whole susan boyle thing

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several months back, i consulted with a local healer who'd come rapturously recommended by someone i respect, only to find yet another of those gibberish-speaking, spirit-channeling types that seem to gravitate to southern california.

fifty minutes later and $300 poorer, i got up to leave, another dead end explored--when, as a parting shot, she sat up, her eyes focused and the only coherent thing i'd heard in our entire session came outta her lips:

"whenever you come across something," she said, "a puppy or a baby or a sunset, whatever--that touches that part of you that you think you've lost forever, even if it's only for a moment--i want you to grab it and hang onto it for dear life."

i paused, hand on the doorknob. was there something to this crazy bitch after all?

"because here's the thing," she continued. i waited, interested for the first time. "if you can string enough of those moments together, you'll start to feel again, i promise."

i took that little insight with me as i left.

today i experienced one of those moments she was talking about, courtesy of a dowdy and unloved little mud-hen of a woman who had hidden her light under a bushel for far too long, finally ventured out into the cold, cruel world and risked ridicule of the highest order, only to instead find the validation her heart had always told her she deserved.

i'm not gonna link to the clip--you've all seen it, i'm sure--but know that i've watched it at least a dozen times today, and my clenched fist of a heart has swelled and i've teared up every goddam time. and i'll probably watch it a dozen more times tomorrow.

even if it's only for a moment, it's nice to feel a part of the main for a change.