|outside, inside, coffee shop, park...talk|
Years back, we were looking at moving to Durango. The word, the vehicle was everywhere. Could it have been a sign? Probably not, just a happening, as it wasn't a move we made. Things like that are confusing to brains that are already functioning in a state of confusion.
Right now, the recurring "thing" is community. I'm keenly aware of how this is different than the above. Community is a pervasive life. It's desperately needed by everybody. We all have a core need to be connected to someone or something; that basic need to know and be known.
this intrinsic necessity runs the gamut: moms groups, biking clubs, knitters or quilters anonymous, the beer drinkers and club hoppers, the kiddos gathering on the playground
Sitting at Starbucks on this extra day in February, it's leapin'! People are coming and going. Some just in and out on their way to work; others meeting up with friends. You hear different conversations, those mixed with laughter, others, you can tell, are intent.
At one particular table, there are two people who seem to know everyone who comes in. Their table filled and emptied several times; peopled stopping to chat bit. I don't know if that is a conscience decision or merely a byproduct of how they choose to live. It makes me wonder if that's how I choose to live.
In my struggle to find "my" community, I'm guessing it's all around me, if I simply realize it. Holy cow! just pull my head out, get up and do it. After all, what's stopping me from saying, "Hey"?
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