Community

I love this word. Community. I think it covers all manners of evil, but I think it also fills in for spaces where  we're not sure what to say or write. This weekend, I witnessed the evolution of the latter from what has sometimes been the unfortunate happenstance of the former.

My desire to be a part of creating and facilitating community came to fruition in a unique and real way this weekend. There is a group of us here at the Divinity School who are striving to foster the development of spirituality and sexuality in a common space and we took the weekend to go on a retreat to talk about what this all means. To me, this is one of the most ambitious and awe-inspiring missions I have ever seen take flight.

We talked about ourselves and each other, our pasts and our futures, our gifts and our curses. I laughed and I cried (because I'm a baby). I shared and I hid. Something revolutionary is in the making here at HDS and I am so lucky to be a part of the greatness. As I write this terribly vague description, I am reminded of the the fact that this revolution is likely taking place inside me, too. I feel that I am finding my voice and my place and my gifts and my calling to come forth into the world in new and exciting ways constantly.

I am putting in the time to cultivate the skills that I want to take forward into the future, but I am also embracing the rainfall and the sunshine that are limiting and necessary parts of this process. I am not a lone farmer, fighting the elements alone. I am, instead, part of a community here and in the world at large. Together, we will raise the crops to sustain us.

Yours in sleepy serenity.