“Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,” says the song, without ever noting that the buffalo themselves are roaming, not fixed to any one idea of where home might be. Sometimes home is less of a place than an experience or a group of fellow travelers.
What makes you feel at home?
“There can be no vulnerability without risk; there can be no community without vulnerability; there can be no peace, and ultimately no life, without community.”
–M. Scott Peck
What risks do you take in order to make community possible?
With family, friends or co-workers, it can be rough being the “big kid,” the one who is more mature, who watches for the big picture, who makes sure that people know what they need to know and the fun doesn’t get out of hand. So if you’re that “big kid” person, thanks for watching out for the little ones.
In what situations do you act as the responsible “big kid”?
Both the pads and the fruit of the prickly pear cactus are edible, but you have to know how to get past the thorns first, for the plant has armed itself well against those who would get too close.
How do you arm yourself against those who would come too close to your vulnerability?
If a tree falls in the forest it does indeed make a sound, because there is always someone there to hear it: the other trees, the birds, the very ground on which the tree falls. If the only witnesses to a beautiful sunset are trees, the beauty is no less – but the person who fails to stop and appreciate it will lessened by what they miss.
How do you make time and space to witness beauty?
