Funny that just over 2 weeks ago I was thinking we were losing our sense of community and yet since then (and my ‘wake-up’ call from a friend) I have been seeing it, feeling it and touching it everywhere.
I think though that this weekend was the highlight of that. We had gone down to Christchurch to drop off herself at a Guide camp, so decided to park up the bus outside our friend’s place to have a good catch up….. and eat some delicious GF and vegan hand-crafted Canadian perogies (sorry, a secret recipe so no sharing that today) . We haven’t had the bus at their place since the beginning of the year and yet as himself was letting the dog stretch his legs a neighbourhood boy came up to him, smiling and saying ‘Hey, it’s YOU …. I know YOU! You’re back!’.
I love the idea that we (or maybe more correctly our big green bus) are part of his community. I love the idea that he was excited to see that we had returned. I love the idea that to him it seemed completely normal that a 1956 Bedford bus would be parked up in his street. Clearly, community is everywhere when you’re looking and open to it …. I for one am very grateful that I have begun to open my eyes to that fact.
I hope this finds you embracing your own community in whatever shape it takes.