The feeling I came away with from this narrative is that it is the most self-centered thing I have read in a while. There is almost nothing about the community, its activities, its interaction, or its structure or even the other people in it. It is all about how she feels about community. I have a hard time thinking of this as a utopia. It is an interesting view of how one person approaches intentional communities.
That is a remarkable story, and I appreciate the guest post.
I think that, when it comes to understanding and appreciating the universe, our place in it, and the mysteries of life. Some people are temperamentally drawn to:
"To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life. In a sense it might even be said that our failure is to form habits: for, after all, habit is relative to a stereotyped world . . ."
Or
"To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower, / Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, / and eternity in an hour."
I am much more of a "world in a grain of sand" kind of person -- inclined to be attentive to the details of life, but not seeking extreme, immersive experience. So I am not personally drawn to the life being described in the post, but it's fascinating to read about, and I applaud the idea of small, intentional, experimental communities trying new things.
The feeling I came away with from this narrative is that it is the most self-centered thing I have read in a while. There is almost nothing about the community, its activities, its interaction, or its structure or even the other people in it. It is all about how she feels about community. I have a hard time thinking of this as a utopia. It is an interesting view of how one person approaches intentional communities.
That is a remarkable story, and I appreciate the guest post.
I think that, when it comes to understanding and appreciating the universe, our place in it, and the mysteries of life. Some people are temperamentally drawn to:
"To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life. In a sense it might even be said that our failure is to form habits: for, after all, habit is relative to a stereotyped world . . ."
Or
"To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower, / Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, / and eternity in an hour."
I am much more of a "world in a grain of sand" kind of person -- inclined to be attentive to the details of life, but not seeking extreme, immersive experience. So I am not personally drawn to the life being described in the post, but it's fascinating to read about, and I applaud the idea of small, intentional, experimental communities trying new things.