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I totally just got to thinking... yeah I know a stretch...I'm rereading a book I have recommended to people called A Reasonable Life by Ferenc Mate about my life and where I want to end up in the next few years...
Although Ferenc waxes a little poetic somtimes about the way things were years ago, about growing up in the country and tilling a garden with his family durring the warmer months...I question why more people of the pagan persuasion have not taken up this cause?
Most of us abhor living in the city and wish for a more simple life. A life filled with a sense of community and friendship. I know, I know we're all busy and have busy lives...commuting, working, commuting some more, working.
I remember going to fest suddenly, the communal feeling of being part of a COMMUNITY. We fed each other, entertained each other and generally enjoyed each other's company.
A radical thought crossed my mind...one of sharing each other's lives. Family, love, hardship. We all seem so eager to help one another that it seems lost. somehow in the distance between us.
We as humans try to recreate that sense of interconnectedness and we all seem to fail all the time.
I know this sounds way to sixties-ish, but I think we as a nature worshipping community should find ways of making this pie-in-the-sky way of living work. I'm not talking about building a huge house filled with people- not a commune- but a community filled with people who care about one another.
I'm also not saying that we can't live seperate lives...just more caring, interconnected ones. If you need a carpenter, I'm there...If i need the help of a mason, botanist, farmer, midwife, vet, extra set of hands...there is someone I know to call.
How many people know their neighbors...I'm not just talking a first name basis, but a sit down for a chat basis. I do. The boys upstairs Andy and James...the guy across in the other building...Matty. To my right and straight across, Trish. Other side...Patrick and Patty. My corner store owner...Hellen and Harold and their son Sherman. Up the street to my left, Jeannie and Paul. I find myself recreating the sense of community around me. Even in the big city I find it comforting to know the names of the people I see every day. Imagine that on a bigger scale. A whole town filled with people who care for one another.
Even if it never existed, we have the power to make it happen.
Wouldn't it be a neat experiment to see how well we can coexist together, if we all came from seperate yet similar backgrounds? Community...real community is where I want to be. A place where I know a friendly ear is only a phone call away.
Fin Rant.
Although Ferenc waxes a little poetic somtimes about the way things were years ago, about growing up in the country and tilling a garden with his family durring the warmer months...I question why more people of the pagan persuasion have not taken up this cause?
Most of us abhor living in the city and wish for a more simple life. A life filled with a sense of community and friendship. I know, I know we're all busy and have busy lives...commuting, working, commuting some more, working.
I remember going to fest suddenly, the communal feeling of being part of a COMMUNITY. We fed each other, entertained each other and generally enjoyed each other's company.
A radical thought crossed my mind...one of sharing each other's lives. Family, love, hardship. We all seem so eager to help one another that it seems lost. somehow in the distance between us.
We as humans try to recreate that sense of interconnectedness and we all seem to fail all the time.
I know this sounds way to sixties-ish, but I think we as a nature worshipping community should find ways of making this pie-in-the-sky way of living work. I'm not talking about building a huge house filled with people- not a commune- but a community filled with people who care about one another.
I'm also not saying that we can't live seperate lives...just more caring, interconnected ones. If you need a carpenter, I'm there...If i need the help of a mason, botanist, farmer, midwife, vet, extra set of hands...there is someone I know to call.
How many people know their neighbors...I'm not just talking a first name basis, but a sit down for a chat basis. I do. The boys upstairs Andy and James...the guy across in the other building...Matty. To my right and straight across, Trish. Other side...Patrick and Patty. My corner store owner...Hellen and Harold and their son Sherman. Up the street to my left, Jeannie and Paul. I find myself recreating the sense of community around me. Even in the big city I find it comforting to know the names of the people I see every day. Imagine that on a bigger scale. A whole town filled with people who care for one another.
Even if it never existed, we have the power to make it happen.
Wouldn't it be a neat experiment to see how well we can coexist together, if we all came from seperate yet similar backgrounds? Community...real community is where I want to be. A place where I know a friendly ear is only a phone call away.
Fin Rant.