They
say it takes a village to raise a child but… I think it takes a village for all
of us to thrive. Certainly we can live and breathe and function without real connection….
And no one enjoys and needs alone time more than I. But to really live… a
gathering creates space for joy.
Gatherings
for celebrations, rituals, life events, plain old good news and yes, survival, can
be traced in every ancient culture from the beginning of time. From the Druids
at Stonehenge, the West African Gullah culture on the sea islands of North
Carolina and south, the first settlers, the American Indians…. every culture on
every continent seeks to gather. After all, when you have good news, what is
your first instinct? Sure, you can jump up and down by yourself. But, what
then? You want to share it, I think.
Never
was this more evident to me than when my whole family gathered recently for a
wedding, two birthdays and the surprise of an upcoming birth. Every single
member of my immediate family was present, with one exception, which in itself
was nothing short of a minor miracle. We span across three thousand miles and
six states. What I remember is the joy. Sure, there was a bit of drama. What good
gathering doesn’t have that? But mostly pure joy. The faces of people I love.
That’s what I remember. That’s what I take with me till the next gathering.
In
the meantime, I gather with friends whom I love, for our celebrations and well,
just because. I never take it for granted.