Community = marriage?

It strikes me that a community is a lot like a marriage, and we can fall in and out of love with it. Our relationship to some communities are brief experiences that become fading memories, and others last and change and grow and are mutually enriching.

Sometimes our community will surprise and delight us, and turn out more progressive and nourishing than we ever dreamed or hoped. And sometimes it turns out – perhaps by a lucky accident of fate – that there are a cluster of us, like seeds blown in the wind, who take root by amazing coincidence in the same ground, and make a revolution.

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