
Power is the drive of everything living to realize itself. -Paul Tillich
Summer doesn’t try to protect herself. She winds up and pitches the ball hard and fast, sparing nothing and no one in this, the seventh inning of the year. She encourages us to give it our all because there is everything and nothing to lose. She urges the ungainly overgrowth to stretch to its last strand of stalk and gift of seed before falling to the ground. Even summer’s song is made of loudness, the primordial seething of life as surround-sound, swirling on air as soft and sticky as breath.
At Common Ground, we are ever at the juncture of what’s possible and what’s do-able; what we intend and what’s happening; what we are hungry for and what’s on the plate in front of us; leaning in and listening for what wants to happen though our minds may have other plans; always with the awareness that this Community is alive and has a nature of its own.
This Almanac shows but one snapshot in the scrapbook of this long and beautiful journey. If you can imagine yourself In this picture, we hope you’ll find your way to us in a way that inspires you.
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