I’m reading, well re-reading actually, a trilogy about three sisters from Ireland. The stories are by no means a literary work of genius: they are simple works of fiction and stories of being found by love. (Go figure, my favorite movies are chick flicks as well. Sue me.)
But even though the stories are fluffy and everything works out in the end, there’s a thread of something so precious, so fulfilling there. It’s the essence of community.
Why is it that when the idea of community comes up, it brings a sense of obligation? “Community service” is oftentimes a sentence, a punishment in order to restore to our society what we’ve taken.
But what about community that requires no payment? One that is, well, just the way it is? Paying forward, if you will. Giving to each other so willingly and without being asked so that we all have a piece of what we all have. It creates a history that we can share, roots that will strengthen us, and a tie that holds us steady.
This is our kula, our collective consciousness, our community. The pulsating energy that connects us, enlivens us, breathes us. You simply have to step in and taste it.
What are you waiting for?
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