Painting by Belynda Wilson Thomas
Without a sense of caring, there can be no sense of community. Anthony J. D’Angelo
On Saturday we went to a friend’s house close to the Toronto Jazz Festival and walked up and down the street enjoying the music. A night spent with friends, music, and laughter. We spent part of the evening in a backyard created for entertaining right out of a Better Homes and Gardens design book. When it rained we huddled together in the covered bar.
The rain dampened the evening and everyone left early except four of us and our hosts who sat at the kitchen table and laughed till our sides hurt. Today I will pay the parking ticket we received. I guess that’s the price of admission.
People must spend enormous amounts of time on their front gardens. Our friend’s garden was as beautiful as everyone else’s. If you aren’t a gardener you must not fit in very well. A profusion of blooms and mature trees line the streets. What a beautiful area to live in. A walk to the beach is as easy as a walk to the coffee shop up the street. Quaint shops and restaurants are all within easy walking distance. The fitness level is probably higher because of such a walkable area.
The building block of every community is family. Paul Singer
How do we create that sense of community? Why does it exist in some areas and not in others? Is it because the garages are in the back creating a more inviting path to the front door? Whatever it is, it’s something and a wonderful community has been created. Maybe part of it is being quaint, and old, every house has character. Maybe part of it is money. Maybe part of it is everyone taking pride in their community, and everyone doing their part to keep up their little space resulting in a cohesive whole that shows us what a community can be.
It makes me realize we need to get out more, walk around in various communities and appreciate the special flavor of individual communities. It also shows me I need to get out in the garden and pull the weeds. It takes time to tend to our gardens but without tending we can’t have a beautiful garden. It takes time to build character, gardens, and to grow mature trees.
It is like being around someone’s family that is warm, welcoming, and close. That warmth and closeness didn’t just happen. We have to build our communities and our families. We can’t pick our flowers in someone else’s garden. If we want flowers to pick we’ll have to grow and tend our own garden. If we want a happy family, we have to grow and tend to that too.
Is it finding the best place to live, or is it creating the best place where we are? A happy home filled with love, laughter, belonging, acceptance, and joy is our choice. We can bloom where we are planted. We can plant flowers or weeds. We can tend our gardens, marriages, and relationships or we can let them fall into disrepair and wonder what happened. We happened; we make our choices every day to make things better or to make things worse.
Home should be an anchor, a port in a storm, a refuge, a happy place in which to dwell, a place where we are loved and where we can love. Marvin J. Ashton
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