My neighbors across the street introduced themselves to me yesterday and invited me over to experience their annual apple butter making experience. I was intrigued, but didn’t really intend on going. Lisa and I went to the farmer’s market and saw this apple butter extravaganza beginning. We decided to stop. It was fascinating…we learned that the man’s (I think his name is Tom?) family is from Virginia and they have been doing this for 30 years! It’s a huge community event, very labor intensive, but time to really slow down, listen to some great music, talk and be together as a community…while producing some pretty cool and yummy apple butter.
That got me a’thinkin’…I don’t think we as a culture do much to join together as “community” in this informal, down to earth…”Hey we’re makin’ apple butter…I don’t know you from a load of hay, but c’mon over!” kinda way.
Many ways to view community, I guess. I like this organic, come together for a casual, unique experience…learn about people’s past (i.e. Tom’s family history, Virginia rituals, etc) and new things. It allows me to pause and remember to see the world around me and open myself to these new experiences and how those too, help me grow.
(yay! it’s a “joy” post!)