We had a great dinner last night. Carrie & Jason and the boys, Denis, Daniel & Mandy. Usual craziness with a 4-year-old and almost-2-year-old. Lots of rice on the floor. Maybe we should ixne on the pomegranate seeds in the salad? Several pieces under the table on the white carpet; not so pretty – and not so easily removed (until I busted out the Pure Erase:-). Chuck and LaFonda would be proud.
What was really cool was our discussion over the meal about community. Seems everyone wants to experience it, but no one is really sure what it looks like. The questions revolved around whether it might be a physical thing . . . or might it be a spiritual and/or emotional thing as well. One of the items had to do with being in a safe place where people can speak into your life. It’s something that doesn’t happen often or easily. It takes time. It takes risking. We talked about how living in close proximity allows for people to share both their stuff and lives more easily. I do know that whatever it is . . . Sherry and I want in!