I just rode home in the back seat of a Volkswagen with two seventeen year old girls manning the front seats, singing at the top of their lungs to Taylor Swift.\u00a0 There are few things I love more in the world that singing to cheesy pop songs in the car with teenage girls.\u00a0 Ahhhhh. Being home in Philadelphia is good.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m only here for a couple more days and will finally be back to real life and an actual schedule (which I\u2019m craving!) and a home that I have the pleasure of caring for. (As much as it\u2019s wonderful to be in all my parents\u2019 homes, it will be nice to have my own kitchen.) But there are sweet, sweet things about being in the Philly-world, among so many dear people who love us and whom we always want to be in our lives. Today I had two of my dearest friends over for lunch. They each have two kids. When we last shared our lives together (a year and a half ago), they were moms of one kid. And these sweet babies don\u2019t know me from any other stranger in their lives. That\u2019s one of the most difficult things about moving: what might be a short time away (3 years?) is eternity for a little person. For August, San Francisco is the only home he\u2019s ever known, no matter how many people loved him through his first year of life here on the East coast.<\/p>\n
I keep thinking about that. What does it mean to live in community? There\u2019s no way that I will ever be able to live my life among all the people I love. If I were in charge, I\u2019d bring all my lovelies to some beautiful farm and build all our houses in a big a circle where we\u2019d shoo our kids into their shared acre of play yard, and where I\u2019d garden (I don\u2019t even know how to garden) with all my besties in the warm sunshine everyday. It\u2019s always our joke when we\u2019re with our friends here that one day we\u2019ll move back and start our commune, where all our friends will each use their specific skill sets. (My husband really thinks he could learn wood carving and make amazingly awesome wooden sunglasses.) We\u2019d grow our own food and live together and watch each other\u2019s kids and have an idealic community of support and joy and spiritual care. We laugh about it, but the truth is that we all really long for it.<\/p>\n
One of the strange things about coming back to the suburbs from our life in the city is getting used to how long it takes to drive everywhere. People live so far away. When I lived here, I drove thirty minutes to friends\u2019 houses on a regular basis. It was just how life was. Now I have no tolerance for my time in the car. And I can\u2019t help but stare out my window at each of these houses separated from one another by yards and wonder if our society has it all wrong, if we were meant for something much richer than enclosing our families into our boxes of\u00a0 3 bedroom\/2 baths while longing for authentic relationships outside of those enclosures. I\u2019m not just talking about the suburbs. The city may be closer together in space, but we\u2019re just as individualized as the rest of our culture.<\/p>\n
What\u2019s the answer? I don\u2019t know. But our houses seem lonely to me and I know that the longing I have for a friend-commune is coming from an authentic place. I long for my kids to be raised among people who love them and who aren\u2019t just their parents. I long for them to have simple lives of playing outside and exploring and building friendships. And I wish we owned goats from which we could make amazing cheese(!). I know that I\u2019m drawn to the monastic life because in some way, they are living the kind of simplicity I\u2019ve always longed to live: communal living, working with their hands, praying and serving together, quietness, ritual. These are all things our culture is missing.<\/p>\n
So what does it mean for us to pursue those ideals and still live in our homes, raising kids and going to Trader Joes? I don\u2019t know. But I\u2019d love your thoughts\u2026<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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