A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.
― Wendell Berry
Most of us here, now treading in collars or stilettos, worked to create this space, this moment. We emptied. We built. We planted. We baked or poured or supplied for what would become a communal mosaic, an evening celebrating (my brother-in-law and friend) Tim.
Lining tables shoulder-to-shoulder, faces aglow, we agree our lives are different because of you. Happy 30th birthday.
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This evening looks so lovely. Love the photos. I’m currently attempting to plan a little backyard party for this month!
I love eating outdoors with friends/family. Right now is the perfect time here: cool evenings, minimal Mosquitos. Can’t wait to see yours! I’m sure it will be lovely.
beautiful! and beautiful words, bethany :)
Thank you! It doesn’t quiet compare with Iceland though! xo
At this point, my trust in people feeling shredded and worn, I’m especially missing my community there. I want to claw my way through this computer screen, along miles of data lines, and join you for the laughter, candlelight, and restoration in the experience of community and the unfolding of God (I remember) happening there.
Jenny, I wish that were possible for so many reasons! And thank you; this reminds me to be grateful for the rich friendships we have here, knowing we’re not always entitled to them. I think of you all so often and wish you were closer. Come visit soon?