When we were little, my sister and I had a secret language. It was quite complicated, now that I think about it. But we had worked it out just fine, and it was ours and our’s alone. We loved to speak it in front of other people, knowing that they weren’t understanding a thing. It gave us power over them, or maybe a sense of belonging to one another.
In community, there are certain words that we all agree have a specific meaning, even though we never really talked about it all. Like between my husband and I–if we say, “It’s Thursday night,” we both know we mean to say it’s the night we don’t go out but spend time with each other. In multi-level marketing organizations, when we use the words “front line,” we all know we do not mean it in war terms, but we understand that this is our first”level.” When my kids were little, we would call going to the bathroom Number 1 or Number 2, and we all knew what we meant.
Communities have everything to do with sharing values, or interests, or an exclusivity. They have everything to do with belonging together.
I love how Ruth Reichl puts it: “Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”
Communities experience life together; there really are no communities without a certain level of caring. We have lots of expressions denoting this, like “It takes a village,” or ” One for all and all for one,” or even “The sum is greater than any of its parts.”
Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home,SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home, Play Dates with God, Monday Musings, Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays, Extraordinay, Lessons from Ivy,Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday, Finding Joy,WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday. Wildcrafting Wednesdays, WFMW