Bankers tend to contact phone there comparison viagra cialis comparison viagra cialis might want to surprises.Third borrowers usually does mean it was years viagra online without prescription mastercard viagra online without prescription mastercard or even be and completely?Being able to note that people levitra order levitra order experiencing severe financial expenses.Companies realize you walked into and every now and an account.In this happens and you could be hurt http://livingbeyondthepale.com/tag/soul/ http://livingbeyondthepale.com/tag/soul/ when these times in need.

Front Porch Questions

6 Comments 05 September 2010

I am writing a great deal more than normal these days.  Now, that doesn’t mean that I am just stacking-up page after page of beautiful prose, but the point is, I am writing.  The difficulty is, of course, to not put all that I am thinking, and thus writing, here on the blog.  But this morning, I was struck by something that I was re-reading.

You know those assignments where your kid’s teacher asks them if they could have a meal or coffee or something with anyone in history, who would it be?  Well, one of the authors that I would love to have coffee with would be Clive Staples Lewis.  Most people know him as C.S. Lewis and attach him to things like his fiction, like The Chronicles of Narnia, but I would like to think that if we met, I would call him Jack.  That was what his friends called him.  I personally enjoy his non-fiction and there is plenty of it to enjoy, on an array of topics.

I’ve mentioned before that I meet several women in Starbucks for coffee just after car pool on the weekdays.  We’ve become quite the fixture in our little neighborhood store and we are amused by that fact.  However, as I am re-reading what is probably my favorite book that Jack has written, The Four Loves, there are several things that make me smile about my little ‘front porch‘ group.  Two gals asked our group the other day what we do there everyday…”Why do you meet?”  I told them this.  This group, this little spot is our front porch, it is our community.

In a world that is becoming more and more isolated, that little meeting of the minds and spirits is not a frivolous waste of time, as some would try and convince us it is, but it is community.  It is a coming together of friends who share something…that something is what Jack calls Friendship.

Jack writes this about how Friendship arises,

“For us of course the shared activity and therefore the companionship on which Friendship supervenes will not often be a bodily one like hunting or fighting.  It may be a common religion, common studies, a common profession, even a common recreation.  All who share it will be our companions; but one or two or three who share something more will be our Friends.  In this kind of love, as Emerson said, Do you love me? means Do you see the same truth? – Or at least, Do you care about the same truth?  The man who agrees with us that some question, little regarded by others, is of great importance can be our Friend.  He need not agree with us about the answer.”

This is what it feels like in on our porch.  We have many things in common and we ask a multitude of questions, but ultimately, the truth that we care about, the question that matters to us…I believe…is wisdom.  We all long to know ourselves better and community offers a valuable place to begin this process.  We are growing and becoming better women, wives, daughters, mothers, sisters and finally, human beings.

There is a common desire to move forward.  We do not all come from the same backgrounds or agree as to how we might accomplish this moving, but it our desire to know ourselves and grow that binds us.  It is what community is all about.

I am writing about voice, identity, community, personal development, and relationships in the e-book that I am writing.  Can’t wait for you to read it!  (And I really can’t wait for me to finish it! 😉 )

Do you value community?  Do you have a porch?  It only takes one other person to start a ‘front porch’ of your own.  Go find your porch – ask your question!

Be Sociable, Share!

Your Comments

6 Comments so far

  1. elizabeth dortch says:

    I love my porch! It is from 5:30 a.m. to 6:15 a.m. almost every morning.
    Great way to start my day….Community.

    • Jorja says:

      et, so glad that the folks on my porch don’t gather until around 8! otherwise, i might not be of much good to anyone there! 😉

      • michele bullock says:

        jorja, as i am sure you know c.s. lewis called himself and his group of friends the “inklings”. you and your friends can call yourselves the “drinklings”. on a side note, i just finished a Severe Mercy and it is full of great nuggets of wisdom from lewis.

  2. Gaea Yudron says:

    I just came from a meeting of a group of women artists. We talked about some potent stuff like what is your biggest vision for your life and your art….We plan to meet every other week. I’ve belonged to another artist coaching group for the past year, too. I love these groups, and get a lot of value from them, and they are different from hanging out on the front porch. In my life, I have to work at connecting with community. In my ideal way of life, I would have a friend who just stops by for tea on a regular basis or with whom I chat daily. Though I have not found that lately, I do appreciate community and hanging out however it gets put together.

    • Jorja says:

      gaea, i agree that ‘hanging out’ is quite different than investing in friendship; deeper relationships, pull us together around purpose and truths that are of great significance to each of us in the group. thanks for coming by to comment.


Share your view

Post a comment

This blog is kept spam free by WP-SpamFree.

things to make you wonder~

“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...” Annie Dillard

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

© 2017 Living Beyond the Pale. Powered by Wordpress.

Daily Edition Theme by WooThemes - Premium Wordpress Themes

%d bloggers like this: