Last night we read this in the Irresistible Revolution:
"We have to ask who the invisible people are. Who makes our clothes? Who picks our vegetables? And how are they treated? Growing up, I was told not to wear a T-shirt that advertised a band unless I agreed with what they stood for, but I was never told to do the same with the companies I advertised for inadvertently. What do they stand for?"
We got to talking about how we don't really know what a lot of companies stand for or what kind of human rights policies they have, even though we use their products or services every day. So as a bit of a project, those of us present have picked one company to do a bit of research on, to find out what we are actually condoning with our purchases. We will be looking at:
*JoAnn Fabrics
*Honda
*Meijer
*Smirnoff *giggle*
*Levi's
*Yoplait
I am curious to see what we find out. If you want, post as you find info, and we'll continue this conversation on Tuesday.
Also, has anyone ever found that word for 'community love' we've been searching for?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
To Jason & Velma : I’ve been thinking about your posts.
Jason ~
I don’t really know what to think of your motivations for staying on the ship. As we discussed on the phone, I think there are a whole slew of reasons for you still being there, and I’m willing to bet they are all so intermixed that I am nowhere near qualified to try to sort them out for you. I know the idea of you being away for so long makes me a bit anxious, but it is hard sometimes to think about short term / long term consequences. What would the long term consequences be if you left the ship? Or if you were away from the community for so long? Hard to measure, and I do not envy you the responsibility of trying to sort it all out.
I think it is interesting to observe how decisions affect other people you don’t even realize they will affect. When you went into this business, you never imagined it would affect me or Cuthbert or the other many members of our community, because you didn’t even know us yet. Not that this is a bad thing, but it just made me think about how we make decisions without always knowing how they will affect people we don’t even know yet… decisions I made when I was 16 affect my relationship with my husband who I didn’t meet until my 20s… decisions I made about the church 2 years ago affect people I am just now getting close to… it is an interesting thing to consider if nothing else.
However, I am definitely thinking of you and anxiously awaiting your arrival home! Please keep us posted on your thought process.
Velma ~
I like your thoughts and considerations. I think you are definitely on to something in that we have to reconsider the quality of our conversations and our assumptions that we can just jump in and fix things. I frequently have the conversation with my husband that I don’t need him to fix anything (in fact, he usually can’t fix whatever is wrong), I just need him to listen. Maybe that is true of many of the people we want to serve and love as well.
Let’s definitely keep this conversation going in our community.
And for me...
Not much new on my front. I just finished IT and had some thoughts about a few things I found in there:
Here is the first quote. It just made me think of our little community:
The second quote gets to me because it is about my greatest fear - having gone crazy and not knowing it. That is the worst thing I can think of - for my reality to be completely false and for me not to even know it. I mean, what if everything I think is real is just an illusion. How would you even know? The thought of it just way freaks me out. So here is the quote:
Ugh, the thought makes me shudder - that I could be imagning all of this from the behavioral health unit of some fancy hospital and not even know it... very disturbing.
That's all I've really got for now.
Jason ~
I don’t really know what to think of your motivations for staying on the ship. As we discussed on the phone, I think there are a whole slew of reasons for you still being there, and I’m willing to bet they are all so intermixed that I am nowhere near qualified to try to sort them out for you. I know the idea of you being away for so long makes me a bit anxious, but it is hard sometimes to think about short term / long term consequences. What would the long term consequences be if you left the ship? Or if you were away from the community for so long? Hard to measure, and I do not envy you the responsibility of trying to sort it all out.
I think it is interesting to observe how decisions affect other people you don’t even realize they will affect. When you went into this business, you never imagined it would affect me or Cuthbert or the other many members of our community, because you didn’t even know us yet. Not that this is a bad thing, but it just made me think about how we make decisions without always knowing how they will affect people we don’t even know yet… decisions I made when I was 16 affect my relationship with my husband who I didn’t meet until my 20s… decisions I made about the church 2 years ago affect people I am just now getting close to… it is an interesting thing to consider if nothing else.
However, I am definitely thinking of you and anxiously awaiting your arrival home! Please keep us posted on your thought process.
Velma ~
I like your thoughts and considerations. I think you are definitely on to something in that we have to reconsider the quality of our conversations and our assumptions that we can just jump in and fix things. I frequently have the conversation with my husband that I don’t need him to fix anything (in fact, he usually can’t fix whatever is wrong), I just need him to listen. Maybe that is true of many of the people we want to serve and love as well.
Let’s definitely keep this conversation going in our community.
And for me...
Not much new on my front. I just finished IT and had some thoughts about a few things I found in there:
Here is the first quote. It just made me think of our little community:
"Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good friends or
bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're
hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being
scared for, and hoping for, and living for, maybe worth dying for too, if that's
what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people
you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart."
The second quote gets to me because it is about my greatest fear - having gone crazy and not knowing it. That is the worst thing I can think of - for my reality to be completely false and for me not to even know it. I mean, what if everything I think is real is just an illusion. How would you even know? The thought of it just way freaks me out. So here is the quote:
"Maybe I'm not really here at all, he thought. Maybe I'm in
Dr. Seward's lunatic asylum, with the Count's crumbing townhouse next door and
Renfield just across the hall, him with his flies and me with my monsters, both
of us sure the party is really going on and dressed to the nines for it,
not in tuxedos but in strait-waistcoats"
Ugh, the thought makes me shudder - that I could be imagning all of this from the behavioral health unit of some fancy hospital and not even know it... very disturbing.
That's all I've really got for now.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
new places.new faces
I’ve been meeting what seems to be like a ton of new people lately. I’ve been trying to branch out, after the year hiatus of being non-committal, to meet new people. It’s been working and I’m very pleased to say that not all the people I am meeting think, act or even live close to the same way I do. It’s refreshing. Being around people who think, act and live parallel to you doesn’t always require you to think or challenge yourself very much and that can be scary.
A dear friend of mine, Jogger_615, has this vision she’s been dialoguing with me about for while now. It’s not huge but it’s a step and right now baby steps are needed. I can see a vision of the future, including very diverse people, and it seems unreachable right now but I know with a few baby steps here and there before we know it we’ll be closer to the fulfillment of the vision than we were in the beginning.
Jogger_615 wants to make sandwiches. She then wants to take these sandwiches and head down to a few local homeless hotspots in the city and hand these sandwiches out to whomever we find there. I like the idea. I think it’s a step. My sister, dissonance_n_desire, added to the vision giving out warm fleeces to those at these hotspots as well. I like that idea too, something that can last a little bit longer than a meal. So, I had a pretty good conversation with Jogger_615’s husband, Freeland, a few weekends ago about this vision she has been having. We prodded into it a little more deeply and I feel like I came away with some good things to think about. I’m just amazed at how naïve even our greatest intent can be. How easy is it to see a need in others, come up with this great way to fill that need and not even realize that your little plan could be rejected by those you seek to serve, even if they need what you have to offer. It’s easy to get prideful about it (you and your little world making humanity greater). But what happens when, even if you have the most humble of hearts and intentions, get rejected? I guess I’d never thought of that as being a possibility until the conversation with Freeland. But quite honestly it very well could be rejected. It reminds me of the scene in Rent that I sometimes claim as being my favorite (depending on the week):
Powerful. So, Velma who the fuck do you think you are? I’m ashamed I’d never even thought about the event possibly going like this until now. It scares me that I was so quick fix a problem I saw because I thought I could do something better. And what other way could be better than the way I came up with? (please note the number of times I appears in the previous 2 sentences, see how easy it is to get self focused?) But, what if I stopped to think about what the other person might think about my visit. Would they be excited? Would they be scared? Would that think I was trying to stroke my own ego? Would they even accept the gift? Would they give anything back in return? Would I even accept any gift they might give in return, or might I think their possible gifts inadequate and not worth my attention? What might I find if I put on the shoes of another to take a step closer into reality?
Freeland and I left the conversation realizing these were very important things to consider before embarking on the journey. So, I got to thinking. What would a conversation on this night look like? I thought back to the 20+ people I’ve met recently, in the past few weeks, and I thought about how most the conversations went.
Now, the dialogue can go on from there but typically won’t go much further than that at the initial stages of meeting unless you (or they) mentioned something in the detailed job description or association that they related with.
Now, let’s see what this form dialogue might look like on our sandwich/fleece giving escapade.
So, if our typical conversations would not do justice in this circumstance, why do we believe or even accept them into our own dialogues. And further yet, what kind of conversation can we engage in then? What would something different look like?
As I began to unpack a few of the ideas and run mock dialogues in my mind, I realized a different type of dialogue could have the potential to become much more intimate much more quickly. The dialogue would probably be centered, again, on commonalities. But at face value what commonalities does everyone share? What does everyone have? As I began to think about this it didn’t go very far. All I’ve come up with so far is family and upbringing. Everyone has a family/families (well kind of) and everyone has a story about their upbringing. But everything else seems so ambiguous.
So, what I’m trying to say is that we have a lot to learn about the way we interact with others and I believe if we got a hold of this we would actually begin to see others as a little more equal to ourselves. I mean, I say I believe the least of these are but do I really believe it? And if I did, would I really be as vulnerable with them about my life and our commonalities as I would hope them to be? I guess I’m learning a lot already and I haven’t even given a single sandwich or fleece out yet. If anything, I’m beginning to see how I fit right in and I’m damn well excited about it.
A dear friend of mine, Jogger_615, has this vision she’s been dialoguing with me about for while now. It’s not huge but it’s a step and right now baby steps are needed. I can see a vision of the future, including very diverse people, and it seems unreachable right now but I know with a few baby steps here and there before we know it we’ll be closer to the fulfillment of the vision than we were in the beginning.
Jogger_615 wants to make sandwiches. She then wants to take these sandwiches and head down to a few local homeless hotspots in the city and hand these sandwiches out to whomever we find there. I like the idea. I think it’s a step. My sister, dissonance_n_desire, added to the vision giving out warm fleeces to those at these hotspots as well. I like that idea too, something that can last a little bit longer than a meal. So, I had a pretty good conversation with Jogger_615’s husband, Freeland, a few weekends ago about this vision she has been having. We prodded into it a little more deeply and I feel like I came away with some good things to think about. I’m just amazed at how naïve even our greatest intent can be. How easy is it to see a need in others, come up with this great way to fill that need and not even realize that your little plan could be rejected by those you seek to serve, even if they need what you have to offer. It’s easy to get prideful about it (you and your little world making humanity greater). But what happens when, even if you have the most humble of hearts and intentions, get rejected? I guess I’d never thought of that as being a possibility until the conversation with Freeland. But quite honestly it very well could be rejected. It reminds me of the scene in Rent that I sometimes claim as being my favorite (depending on the week):
BLANKET PERSON
Who The Fuck Do You Think You Think
You Are?
I Don't Need Any Goddamn Help From
Some Bleeding Heart Cameraman
My Life's Not For You To Make A
Name For Yourself On!
ANGEL
Easy Sugar, Easy
He Was Just Trying To--
BLANKET PERSON
Just Trying To Use Me To Kill His
Guilt
It's Not That Kind Of Movie,
Honey Let's Go - This Lot Is Full
Of Motherfucking Artists
Hey Artist You Gotta Dollar?
I Thought Not
Powerful. So, Velma who the fuck do you think you are? I’m ashamed I’d never even thought about the event possibly going like this until now. It scares me that I was so quick fix a problem I saw because I thought I could do something better. And what other way could be better than the way I came up with? (please note the number of times I appears in the previous 2 sentences, see how easy it is to get self focused?) But, what if I stopped to think about what the other person might think about my visit. Would they be excited? Would they be scared? Would that think I was trying to stroke my own ego? Would they even accept the gift? Would they give anything back in return? Would I even accept any gift they might give in return, or might I think their possible gifts inadequate and not worth my attention? What might I find if I put on the shoes of another to take a step closer into reality?
Freeland and I left the conversation realizing these were very important things to consider before embarking on the journey. So, I got to thinking. What would a conversation on this night look like? I thought back to the 20+ people I’ve met recently, in the past few weeks, and I thought about how most the conversations went.
Hi, I’m _____ (fill in name)
Oh, hi I’m ______ (fill in
name)
It’s really nice to meet you, so what do you do?
Oh, I
_______(fill in occupation) (possibly followed by a elaborate job description if
you’re lucky)
You?
Oh, I ________(fill in occupation) (followed
by another elaborate job description if you’re lucky)
So, what brings you
here (explain the invitation you received, association with others at the
gathering or reason why you should be there)
Now, the dialogue can go on from there but typically won’t go much further than that at the initial stages of meeting unless you (or they) mentioned something in the detailed job description or association that they related with.
Now, let’s see what this form dialogue might look like on our sandwich/fleece giving escapade.
Hi, I’m _____ (fill in name) (we’re doing ok)Well that conversation was nice and short!
Oh, Hi, I’m
______ (fill in name) (were still doing ok)
It’s really nice to meet you, so what do
you do? (Eww,we’re
not doing so ok)
So, if our typical conversations would not do justice in this circumstance, why do we believe or even accept them into our own dialogues. And further yet, what kind of conversation can we engage in then? What would something different look like?
As I began to unpack a few of the ideas and run mock dialogues in my mind, I realized a different type of dialogue could have the potential to become much more intimate much more quickly. The dialogue would probably be centered, again, on commonalities. But at face value what commonalities does everyone share? What does everyone have? As I began to think about this it didn’t go very far. All I’ve come up with so far is family and upbringing. Everyone has a family/families (well kind of) and everyone has a story about their upbringing. But everything else seems so ambiguous.
So, what I’m trying to say is that we have a lot to learn about the way we interact with others and I believe if we got a hold of this we would actually begin to see others as a little more equal to ourselves. I mean, I say I believe the least of these are but do I really believe it? And if I did, would I really be as vulnerable with them about my life and our commonalities as I would hope them to be? I guess I’m learning a lot already and I haven’t even given a single sandwich or fleece out yet. If anything, I’m beginning to see how I fit right in and I’m damn well excited about it.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Duty, responsibility and greed
Qu, you are my hero! Thanks for getting this set up; as the self appointed Tuesday Night Rover I appreciate the ability to keep in touch and read what is going on with all of you and share in your triumphs and tragedies. That being said, I will take just a moment to vent and get you all up to speed on where I am right now...
As most of you know, I am in Norfolk, VA right now babysitting our ship as she blunders her way through a shipyard period. The whole operation has been a bit of a cluster-fuck from the beginning, but that is pretty much expected and not much to write home about. The question I have been struggling with, and which I would pose to the wisdom of the Tuesday Night sages, is this: is my continued presence here a result of my desire to follow through on my duties and responsibilities (basically being a good steward) or does it unveil a core of unadulterated greed driving my actions? As with most situations, it is probably not as much one or the other so much as a balance between the two motives, but I really hope I am driven more by something resembling integrity than by a baser, selfish impulse.
The truth of the matter is that I do feel a strong obligation to do what I can for this ship because it has been so instrumental in getting me started sailing. That is why I keep coming back early when they call me up and why I haven't looked for a job elsewhere when it looks like there might not be work when I expect to need it. And we are passing through a very tumultuous time in the ship's life due to shuffling around of management and a bunch of other things I can't really get into. As a result of all the upheaval, we (the crew) are holding tenaciously to our positions, trying to ride out all of the transitions and shuffling going on as people displaced from other ships are trying to edge in where they can. Which leads me to the greed argument...
Even before I came out for this trip in September, I already had enough time in 2007 to count as a "good year" and I did not really need to come back out, but I did because they called. Now that I am here, I could leave at the end of my 4 months and not look back; basically roll the dice and hope that when I am ready to come back to work there will be a job somewhere. But I like this job and as I said the crew is trying to stay more or less intact, so we are arranging a short relief where I pretty much just go home for January and come back out in February to relieve my friend, thereby essentially holding down the position and not allowing any evil outsiders to sneak into that spot. Think of it as an adult version of musical chairs; the people not on a ship when the decisions are made may or may not have a job anymore, the people who are on the ship most likely will be able to keep the job.
I don't know if any of that makes sense but that is what has been going on in my life the last few weeks. We are trying to make plans without the benefit of a definite timeline of the upcoming events and it is driving everyone a bit batty (just like me, right Curt?!). I am trying to do what I can to make sure that I will be employed for the near foreseeable future while I try not to be sucked into a mindset or pattern of behavior driven by greed. Sometimes it feels like I am tap dancing on a tightrope. Oh, and I just in case you didn't catch it in there, I will be coming home in early January, be around for a couple weeks and then leave again in February. So that will be a wham-bam-thank-you-mam kinda visit.
I hope all of you are doing well and I will look forward to reading all of your posts in the future. Take care and keep in touch!
As most of you know, I am in Norfolk, VA right now babysitting our ship as she blunders her way through a shipyard period. The whole operation has been a bit of a cluster-fuck from the beginning, but that is pretty much expected and not much to write home about. The question I have been struggling with, and which I would pose to the wisdom of the Tuesday Night sages, is this: is my continued presence here a result of my desire to follow through on my duties and responsibilities (basically being a good steward) or does it unveil a core of unadulterated greed driving my actions? As with most situations, it is probably not as much one or the other so much as a balance between the two motives, but I really hope I am driven more by something resembling integrity than by a baser, selfish impulse.
The truth of the matter is that I do feel a strong obligation to do what I can for this ship because it has been so instrumental in getting me started sailing. That is why I keep coming back early when they call me up and why I haven't looked for a job elsewhere when it looks like there might not be work when I expect to need it. And we are passing through a very tumultuous time in the ship's life due to shuffling around of management and a bunch of other things I can't really get into. As a result of all the upheaval, we (the crew) are holding tenaciously to our positions, trying to ride out all of the transitions and shuffling going on as people displaced from other ships are trying to edge in where they can. Which leads me to the greed argument...
Even before I came out for this trip in September, I already had enough time in 2007 to count as a "good year" and I did not really need to come back out, but I did because they called. Now that I am here, I could leave at the end of my 4 months and not look back; basically roll the dice and hope that when I am ready to come back to work there will be a job somewhere. But I like this job and as I said the crew is trying to stay more or less intact, so we are arranging a short relief where I pretty much just go home for January and come back out in February to relieve my friend, thereby essentially holding down the position and not allowing any evil outsiders to sneak into that spot. Think of it as an adult version of musical chairs; the people not on a ship when the decisions are made may or may not have a job anymore, the people who are on the ship most likely will be able to keep the job.
I don't know if any of that makes sense but that is what has been going on in my life the last few weeks. We are trying to make plans without the benefit of a definite timeline of the upcoming events and it is driving everyone a bit batty (just like me, right Curt?!). I am trying to do what I can to make sure that I will be employed for the near foreseeable future while I try not to be sucked into a mindset or pattern of behavior driven by greed. Sometimes it feels like I am tap dancing on a tightrope. Oh, and I just in case you didn't catch it in there, I will be coming home in early January, be around for a couple weeks and then leave again in February. So that will be a wham-bam-thank-you-mam kinda visit.
I hope all of you are doing well and I will look forward to reading all of your posts in the future. Take care and keep in touch!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The best friends I've ever had.
I believe that I still hold the newest position at Tuesday Night. I've been hanging out with my new found wonderful-wonderful, (I intentionally typed and hyphenated "Wonderful-Wonderful) friends for about a month now. And I love them all to death. These are the kind of people you can spill your guts to, and they sit and listen, and when all the messy parts are shared they say, "let me hug you. I love you, and I'm glad you're my friend."
Last Tuesday Night I shared my first Take Away story. Don't worry, I'll post it here soon. I was freaking out the entire day, hoping that I wasn't sharing too much too fast. It turns out I wasn't. They let me cry and cried with me and when it was all over they hugged me and life moved on. And then they thanked me for sharing my story.
For the first time, I feel like I'm really home. I hung out with a few of these dear friends on Saturday night, and it was awesome. These are the kind of people I wish I had around all the time. The kind of people you wish you had miniatures of and could keep in your pocket do you could tell them whatever you were thinking at any moment of the day. They are not only unique, they are also incredibly generous, loving, and caring people. They are also hilarious. They are also a community of acceptance.
If you, dear reader, don't have this kind of friendship, I hope you find those people for yourself soon. Until then, we'll be hanging around on Tuesday nights.
Oh, and Curt, its really true that I don't play video games. I know I haven't played one for the last five years. It was pure luck that I kicked your butt Saturday night. Believe what you will, but its true.
Last Tuesday Night I shared my first Take Away story. Don't worry, I'll post it here soon. I was freaking out the entire day, hoping that I wasn't sharing too much too fast. It turns out I wasn't. They let me cry and cried with me and when it was all over they hugged me and life moved on. And then they thanked me for sharing my story.
For the first time, I feel like I'm really home. I hung out with a few of these dear friends on Saturday night, and it was awesome. These are the kind of people I wish I had around all the time. The kind of people you wish you had miniatures of and could keep in your pocket do you could tell them whatever you were thinking at any moment of the day. They are not only unique, they are also incredibly generous, loving, and caring people. They are also hilarious. They are also a community of acceptance.
If you, dear reader, don't have this kind of friendship, I hope you find those people for yourself soon. Until then, we'll be hanging around on Tuesday nights.
Oh, and Curt, its really true that I don't play video games. I know I haven't played one for the last five years. It was pure luck that I kicked your butt Saturday night. Believe what you will, but its true.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Welcome to the Tuesday Night Blog!
Welcome to our blog!
There is a group of people who meet on Tuesday Nights for the sake of fellowship and community, and we're starting our very own blog. I'm not even completely sure how many of us there are (7-8 ??), but be prepared to see blogs coming from lots of different directions, lots of different viewpoints, and lots of different writing styles. We all have the common bond of community, though. I'm hoping that soon we'll be reading all kinds of stories and thoughts - fun stuff, random thoughts, serious discussions, faith stuff, non-faith stuff... the works! Maybe even a few takeaway stories to boot =)
So, Tuesday Nighters, gear up and get ready to blog!
And for the rest of you out there, a word about Tuesday Nights:
They're a little bit hard to describe, but I'm going to do my best. Here is an excerpt from the book I'm working on that makes a bit of an effort at describing exactly what it is we do:
I don't know if that was at all helpful, but just know Tuesday Nights are a beautiful work in progress of a community that is learning to love better, to live in interdependence, to challenge ourselves and each other, and to grow in every way and shape we can. Not a bad gig, if you ask me. Hopefully our blog will be a beautiful expression of the things that are coming out of this community.
I hope you enjoy the ride. It may be bumpy, but I think its going to be good.
There is a group of people who meet on Tuesday Nights for the sake of fellowship and community, and we're starting our very own blog. I'm not even completely sure how many of us there are (7-8 ??), but be prepared to see blogs coming from lots of different directions, lots of different viewpoints, and lots of different writing styles. We all have the common bond of community, though. I'm hoping that soon we'll be reading all kinds of stories and thoughts - fun stuff, random thoughts, serious discussions, faith stuff, non-faith stuff... the works! Maybe even a few takeaway stories to boot =)
So, Tuesday Nighters, gear up and get ready to blog!
And for the rest of you out there, a word about Tuesday Nights:
They're a little bit hard to describe, but I'm going to do my best. Here is an excerpt from the book I'm working on that makes a bit of an effort at describing exactly what it is we do:
"Tuesday Night is a place to share what we’ve been thinking about, journaling about, and reading. It’s a place to share the art we’ve been working on and the art that’s touched us. Tuesday Night is a place where we mourn the things that are ugly about ourselves and start our journeys into change; a place where we celebrate what is beautiful in us and strive to keep those pieces of ourselves alive. It serves as a sort of spiritual refugee camp for those of us who’ve been hurt deeply by the modern church, yet strive to know God; a place of comfort for those of us who hurt; a place of discovery for those of us who seek. Tuesday Nights have become, not surprisingly, a significant part of each of our lives...
...Tuesday Night is very different from any sort of church group I have ever attended. As we don’t have a common church, or even a common faith, we’ve had to carve out our own definition of community. To us, a community isn’t a group of people who come together once a week to talk about a common book or passage of scripture and then go their separate ways. To us, a community is a group of people who live out their lives together. It is people who live together and eat together and struggle and cry and hurt together and learn about God together. It is people who help each other through the in-between times and the ambiguity and who question together and doubt together and reassure each other and rejoice together. You cannot do this by just meeting once a week for an hour with a specific agenda. You have to live your lives in tandem. You have to interact. You have to participate...
...Sometimes on a Tuesday Night someone will have something heavy on their heart that they must share with the group. Sometimes someone will be pondering a question that we try to help them answer, and support them in their own quest when we don’t have a clue. Sometimes we sit and tell stories. Sometimes we jump around the room to ridiculous dance music and sometimes we play games like the ever popular If I Was a Ghost I Would, in which we detail the mischief we would cause if we were ghosts, or we have whip cream whistling contests. It is a place where we can just be. There is no format or agenda. There is no telling what the tone of the night might be. We simply are, and it works for us."
I don't know if that was at all helpful, but just know Tuesday Nights are a beautiful work in progress of a community that is learning to love better, to live in interdependence, to challenge ourselves and each other, and to grow in every way and shape we can. Not a bad gig, if you ask me. Hopefully our blog will be a beautiful expression of the things that are coming out of this community.
I hope you enjoy the ride. It may be bumpy, but I think its going to be good.
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