I experienced community when I was growing up. I grew up in a town of about 7,000. I remember having a milkman deliver our milk and put it in a cooler on our porch. I also remember going to the meat market with my mother to get some meat with whatever cut she wanted. I could go on. These things don’t exist anymore. It’s a shame. In 2008 I was fortunate to go on a trip to Europe. In Ireland there still was a milkman. There still was a butcher/meat market. I’ve said many times before that I was born in the wrong century.
Community in my current town is happening right now. There was a barn fire in the town I currently live in. It was a very large barn that housed horses, goats, sheep, lambs, chickens and I’m sure that I’ve forgotten something. She lost them all. This was her livelihood. She was increasing her goat herd this year so she could start making her goat cheese again next year. If you’ve ever had Shirley’s goat cheese you know it’s amazing. Keith is currently there as well as others helping to clean up.
A go fund me page was set up yesterday. In just over 24 hours the donations have surpassed $6,000. If you feel compelled to donate, the link is Here.
Does community need to be within a certain boundary? Yesterday, I watched a 33 minute documentary. If this doesn’t bring tears to your eyes, I don’t know what will. You can listen Here if you like. The title is gardening in a war zone. Her life has such struggles but she manages to find the beauty in her flowers. She sells her seeds to survive. I applaud Floret Flower Farm for putting this documentary together. I hope her story reaches many and that she will receive much support from the world. I know I did.
I know there are many, many stories out there and we can only support so many. Let’s try and support those that are doing good in the world. It would be nice to be able to get all of our goods from small family businesses who are doing good work. Thanks for reading this far.
