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.
