To my caring community: If you don’t already get weekly #thankyouthursday emails from me, the below is a glimpse of what would have landed in your inbox this morning if you did. The subject line always completes the sentence “I am grateful for…” (Today’s subject line was “Caring Community”):
Sorry about the subject line—I know “caring community” is redundant (or at least I hope it is) but what can I say, I’m a sucker for alliteration.
I don’t have a #thankyouthursday post ready for you this morning, but I wanted to go ahead and send my weekly email because today is National Coffee Day and I figured you might appreciate the reminder *she says while sipping her $.66 brew from Dunkin Donuts*.
And anyway, just because I haven’t yet published a blog post doesn’t mean I’m not already grateful.
I am, in fact, tremendously grateful for caring community.
I am grateful for the community of the neighborhood choir I recently joined. (Pictured above: sample of our musical selections —who knew that Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” was turned into a song? I get to SING a POEM, how cool is that?)
I am grateful for the community of my coworkers, and the community of my meditation group, and the community of my college friends, and my childhood friends, and my Internet friends, and the community of my family, and even the community of my spin class.
As much as I can slip into thinking I’m on my own, the truth is I am never on my own. We are always in this together. And when I remember that, I can ask for support, and offer it, and receive all the benefits that true interdependence provides.
And so can you.
Love > fear,
