Yesterday reading a passage about community hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt such a longing as though the distance to what my vision holds were insurmountable. Today feels different.
Maybe it’s because I was in a group last night that truly feels like family. Maybe it’s because I’m remembering the two gorgeous in person communities I was blessed to be part of. Maybe it’s because I remember all the ways I’ve devoted my life to this vision. Maybe it’s because I recognize how devoted I am to this vision and how I have let it move through my system day after day moment after moment even when there was zero evidence that it would ever come true.
Years ago I tried to do an event called Unity in community. It went nowhere. In the now feeling gratitude to how deep this longing is within my system and to the knowing that I will never let go of this vision. I feel tears in the back of my throat because I know that no matter how far the distance from this vision to actual “reality” it will always grow within me. I am the servant of this longing.
