Since I joined the blogging community 14 years ago, I’ve writing several blog posts about community, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever shared this definition.
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Community has been life-sustaining for me, from the hospital community that helped me and my parents go through my childhood cardiac issues, through my communities of friends and neighbors, to my work communities where I have built healing communities of therapy groups.
What communities do you see in my photos for today?
I went to my community Urgent Care clinic to investigate my oddly blue finger. I actually proposed this theory to the perplexed community doctor. I enjoy seeing the community of humans and animals at pet stores. Phyllis and Brian are now part of my community of neighbors, friends, and fans because I sang “Everybody’s Somebody’s Asshole” for them! Joan loves to go outside and explore our community. I saw this written on a wall in the community where we find my favorite restaurant, Brassica Kitchen.Brassica has just moved to a new location in the same community. My husband and I are honored to be part of the community of Brassica’s friends and family. Josh, who is an amazing server AND an artist, is part of the wonderful Brassica community. We took a photo to show our membership in the Brassica community. Every night, I ask a question for my Twitter community. Every day, I share holidays and observances with this community and others.
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Today, on October 12, I am going to join the community of people bereaved by the loss of beloved group leader and teacher Eleanor Counselman in a memorial service.
Here’s Eleanor addressing a community of group therapists.
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What are your thoughts and feelings about community?
Thanks to all the people in my community, including YOU.
Thank you for all of the photos of delicious food. Most of the dishes look like art! And thank you also for the menu recommendations for Diane Keaton movies. I was a fan of Diane Keaton but actually I haven’t seen several of those movies, so I will look them up!HappyCanadian Thanksgiving.
Community is very important to me. I left my beloved community of old hippies, Deadheads, Blue Mooners, Faire people, et al. in Seattle almost 8 years ago, and miss them very much. However, thanks to FB, etc., I am still very much a part of that community. Two of my best friends have just moved to Panama – they are still a part of that community. Others have moved out (housing in Seattle through the roof), but have never really left. A few to Portland. One to Detroit – yes, FB friends with him and he with others. We celebrate our victories and mourn our losses together. Here in Madison I have made one good friend, and she is community enough for a while anyway. Hope to add others, but after 75 or so it’s difficult finding new friends. But I live with my son, who is my main community now. And I still have so many others that will remain my community always.
Ah yes… community! I’m so grateful for ours here in Ennis, MT. I saw those birds flocking together in community. We do that here. Flock together. It’s a beautiful feeling to be connected in community to so many loving and lovely people!!
Her role in the godfather
A great role, beth.
Thank you for all of the photos of delicious food. Most of the dishes look like art! And thank you also for the menu recommendations for Diane Keaton movies. I was a fan of Diane Keaton but actually I haven’t seen several of those movies, so I will look them up!HappyCanadian Thanksgiving.
Thank you for another delicious comment, Maureen. 💕
Community is very important to me. I left my beloved community of old hippies, Deadheads, Blue Mooners, Faire people, et al. in Seattle almost 8 years ago, and miss them very much. However, thanks to FB, etc., I am still very much a part of that community. Two of my best friends have just moved to Panama – they are still a part of that community. Others have moved out (housing in Seattle through the roof), but have never really left. A few to Portland. One to Detroit – yes, FB friends with him and he with others. We celebrate our victories and mourn our losses together. Here in Madison I have made one good friend, and she is community enough for a while anyway. Hope to add others, but after 75 or so it’s difficult finding new friends. But I live with my son, who is my main community now. And I still have so many others that will remain my community always.
I am grateful to be part of your community here, Barbara.
I think the best thing about community is it fosters friendships. So many communities I’ve been part of have fostered lasting friendships.
I agree, my friend.
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That is a very modern finger injury.
Isn’t it, Debbie?
I don’t know what’s scarier to me, Ann, your iPhone injury or your photo of all those birds with the woman at the edge of the beach!
She likes to commune with the seagulls, Mark.
Ah yes… community! I’m so grateful for ours here in Ennis, MT. I saw those birds flocking together in community. We do that here. Flock together. It’s a beautiful feeling to be connected in community to so many loving and lovely people!!
I love that you are part of my community here, Jan.
Me, too! 👍🏽