     
We
are all longing to go home to some place we have never been — a place
half-remembered and half-envisioned we can only catch glimpses of from time to
time. Community. Somewhere, there are people to whom we can speak with passion
without having the words catch in our throats. Somewhere a circle of hands will
open to receive us, eyes will light up as we enter, voices will celebrate with
us whenever we come into our own power. Community means strength that joins our
strength to do the work that needs to be done. Arms to hold us when we falter. A
circle of healing. A circle of friends. Someplace where we can be free. I
am my brother’s keeper. I am under a moral obligation to him that is inspired
not by any maudlin sentimentality but by the higher duty I owe myself. Questions
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