Your relics are

Leaves of brown on wet ground

 Moss of startling green on ever rock you see

Houses with gables, turrets, towers, and cats

Prowling as you prowl, searching for the sound of Browne's.

History and cultural incarnate

In this hidden treasure of the city.

It sounds, to you, like a place of searching:

For meaning in the old buildings that resemble cottages, tudors, and mansions of Europe.

For freedom from fast-paced modernity, and it's loving companion, stress.

For connectedness—this you hear most loudly:

From Bailey, who just moved from Seattle and who gives you free passes to the yoga class she teaches,

From Mary, who shows you around her historical mansion with delight and pride—and who, with the grace of a salesperson, asks you for your name and invites you to return for tea, someday,

From the man in Tully's who gladly returns your cheesy nod you give him in obedience to the steps you learned in class on how to meet people in third places,

From the character of the houses. They plead with you—their red doors, fancy door knockers, and welcoming porches—to just knock, come inside, and play! Marvel at the history they keep. The history, and the people.

The people are ready for your mission,

But it's a mission that starts with you and your friendship with Browne's Addition.

You may hear melodies, harmonies, even a few chords on your first few visits,

But it will take much more than a few visits to know the full, orchestral sound of Browne's.

It is a symphony of high hopes

Love for culture,

Yearning toward community.

Only once you have learned to sing your part in this choir

Can you begin to add the flavor of True Peace—that Browne's longs for.

The Good News will complete this sound,

And Browne's will ring

With the glory of the King when His Kingdom comes to Browne's.

~Lauren