Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell
The Mystery of Community
Our family lives together on a small fragile globe.
Tight borders, territorial is the mark of xenophobes.
We are in; you are out. ' Tis positively claustrophobic.
There's enough room for all, if we could only probe.
Communities come together out of common needs.
Food and shelter - vital to Venezuelans and Swedes.
Eye contact, a handshake, willingness to intercede,
are the coins we spend making community succeed.
The mystery of community is so hard to decipher.
Cohesion, common ground is what we are after.
We have more sameness than difference; laughter
jiggles each belly, warms the same heart everafter.
You and I are sisters and brothers under the skin.
We all use the same muscles to make our grins.
Cousins world wide whince when we bark a shin.
And we secretly or publicly regret when we sin.
My "topical post" today at South by Southwest is about Coretta Scott King's funeral and legacy in the face of deep division.
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family circles
grow forming communities-
sharing mother earth.
haiku for you polly merry :)
How very sweet and lovely, betmo. I am so appreciative of your sensitivity and thoughtfulness.
And I love my new name. Joe renamed me Gee, Carol! and now I get to be Polly Merry. I'll be like the bank robber with 17 aliases. Thanks, my friend.
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