“Minding your own Business” (The Renaissance Concert Last Evening)

AnnieI saw Renaissance last evening……..

As always, they sounded great.  Annie Haslam’s voice was brilliant, in spite of the fact that she had only regained it the day before.

I had seats in the balcony, first row.  I always try to get an end seat; I like my energy space, but this time I was smooshed in the middle.  The view was great, but when smooshed, I am always on edge……..the energy closeness is just too much for me.

The concert began; I started taking a few photos.  They aren’t the best, flash photography isn’t allowed.  There would have been more to select from, but the reason why will come later in this blog.

I believe in energy separation, in other words, minding my own business.  It isn’t my business who you are dating, who you are marrying.   It isn’t my business if your child has a meltdown in the check out line at the supermarket; I have no knowledge of his needs and struggles.  It isn’t my business if you choose to drink a soda cup the size of your leg.  It is my business if you light a cigarette next to me and send smoke in my face.  It is my business if you text on your phone in the car lane next to me on the parkway.  I think you get my drift.

Anyway, during Annie’s first song, a pronounced tap came at my shoulder.  Now, I don’t like energy closeness, but I don’t like energy invasion even more.   I turned around and asked “why did you tap my shoulder?”  He motioned with his arm in another direction, it was very loud and I couldn’t understand.   Although no concert employees were near, I assumed it was my camera and put it away.  The whole concert, people were snapping pictures around me, which caused me to wonder why I had been singled out.

Annie’s last song, I gave the camera to my husband and said, “Snap a few for me.”  He did……the ones where the group is holding hands saying goodbye to the audience.

When the concert ended, my husband stood up……..and from two rows back, several seats to the left (mind you)………a woman our age chastised him and said “how very annoying he was”………….  How annoying!!!!  We were in the balcony, the first row, he was holding my tiny camera screen, the size of a small phone, over the edge ……… He snapped 3 pictures; he put the camera away in seconds.

Now,  my husband, ever the gentleman, calmly answered.   Now, my husband, needed this Jersey Girl to make it her business, and she did……..  🙂

Let’s just say my aura shone red last night around 11:00……..like this week’s Moon.

Enjoy the pictures and Live and let live…….

Here is the link to last night’s pictures……….

http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/p566043154/h31ae562d?customize=2#h31ae562d

Blessings,

Shirl

 

 

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About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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