: a group of people who have the same interests, fight for the same causes, and accept you in all your faults.
always a somewhat of a vagabond,
my circles tend to fade in and out like breaths.
as if the universe is vying to be cruel,
my path wanders adjacent to closeness and acceptance,
only to suddenly evaporate when my soul senses acquiescence.
wandering through the years,
I wonder if I am the only one
to feel alone.
in a sea of community.
Community, like family, is what you make it. You can choose to open the cage that guards your true self, expose the burning light inside your soul, and be amicable to receiving mutual love. So you become part of the community. But with it, also comes hate. And envy. And jealousy.
In time, with every move; every group of friends, colleagues, or consorts; every new community, there is the risk that the heart is cauterized. As I age, my flame becomes less vibrant. I inhale the bitter smoke from my singed soul. Deliberately, I must exhaust the toxins from my system, so that I can breathe again. And such is the process to learn to love others for their faults, find forgiveness, and enjoy peace and tranquility. My flame is less vibrant, but perhaps, learns to change color, absorbing energies of those around me.
Life is hard. Especially when we try to sail it alone. Community allows us the opportunity to connect to others so that we are constantly moving forward, so that we continually learn from our surroundings, so to expose ourselves for who we truly are. And be accepted. And loved. And return that love. And make a difference.
Like a rare vintage held deep in a dark, desolate cave, we don’t know our worth until we open up… and are savored through the senses of others.
(photo credit Jerome Faure, Constance Hotels Sommelier)
Take part. Jump in. Live.
This post was written as part of a creative link up series, Not So Small Stores, hosted by Kirsten Oliphant.