I love the idea of community, people sharing and encouraging one another. But it has always been a real challenge for me to make those connections with others. My Grandmother would share stories of how while she was growing up everyone pulled together and worked together and I would listen and wonder what happened that caused it all to stop. She said my Great Grandmother Lydia, would leave in the middle of the night sometimes to go deliver a baby or take care of someone who was sick.
I saw how a small community like Windsor Colorado pulled together after a tornado wiped out the east side of the town. It was amazing how everyone gave what they could and helped clean up the debris afterwards. People who had been neighbors for a few years with no more then a slight exchange were now standing in the middle of the street talking like long lost friends. Even than I thought it was sad that the bond did not last after life returned to its previous normality.
My kids think I share and talk too much to people I don’t know or just meet and lately I have been trying to be sensitive to their discomfort but it’s hard for me to not be me. To reach out and help someone or hand out change to those who ask for it, to laugh out loud, to share a piece of information or encourage someone who is feeling down. I think it is a subconscious desire within me for community and socially correct separateness is a challenge for me.
I was thinking about this the other morning and I began to write~
Where Are My People?
Who love GOD and their neighbor?
Not regulated by dictatorship disguised as doctrine
Not arrogance and greed disguised as receive what you believe
A community who believes it is better to give than to get
Where are my brothers and sisters who ache for peace
In a world of war
Not hidden away disguised as pious behind closed doors
I search but only find faith built from on walls of religion
That choke and bind
My GOD, My GOD I know you are LOVE
Yet we your creation
Worship the created
I am mortified by my weaknesses of excess
When I have never had less than your best.
When I chance to meet someone of kindred spirit
I want to hang on to the moments we share
Before they are no longer there.
Where are my people
I know they are out there
Who prefer LOVE over lust
Giving over greed
Humility over Pride
Ego Crushing over self important righteousness
Faith over fear
Compassion over fanaticism
Joy over bitterness
Forgiveness over revenge
Hope over despair
Praise over disdain
Family over enemies
Encouragement over condemnation
Where are your people
my brothers, my sisters
my father, my mother.
For my writing community:
Saturday Evening Post has begun their 2014 fiction contest:
They also buy limerick’s based on an illustration for 25.00
Being able to connect with other writers through Writers of Kern has been motivating for me and has helped me rise to the blog challenge of posting twice a week. But because of the many needs of my family I have not been able to join or attend a critique group. So I would like to invite two or three other fiction writers to join with me in a private online critique group, where we share by email. I would like them to be within the Kern County area so that at times convenient for all we can meet together occasionally, but for the most part our sharing would be primarily online. If interested please email me and we can create our own personal huddle and cheer each other on the road to publication.