Seared into Community

January 8, 2019-

The local Sears may well be closing soon, along with most others of that company’s sites.  That fact has nothing to do with the title of this post, though.

Prescott has taught me how to be fully part of a community-actually a lesson that Saugus, and later, the Hopi Nation, tried to teach me, years ago, with varying degrees of success.  I guess that now, in my advanced middle age, and with a few knockabouts under my belt, people are more easily understood by me, and vice versa.

There is a move afoot for several of us to go to a National Park Service property (to be determined), and engage in a clean-up, this weekend.  This is just the latest of examples of why this community has a commitment from my heart to stay and work for the next 2-2.5 years, before family, and the curiosity about the wider world, take primacy in my life, once again.  My Faith community, the Red Cross, a local school gardens group, various individual friends-and my co-workers at Prescott High School have kept me well-occupied and quite happily so, especially these past two academic years.

This evening, I went to a fundraiser for our school’s Future Business Leaders of America.  Wildflower Bakery, a regional chain, has a new restaurant, within the shopping mall where it has been a fixture for several years.  It is visible from the road, and draws a fair crowd.  FBLA thus decided to hold its event here.  I support as many of these “club dinners” as I can, just out of love. Teens, in my view, deserve all the support they can get, in finding their way to a solid and sustainable future.
I guess this is the impetus to having all these other elements of community take root in my heart.

4 thoughts on “Seared into Community

  1. That’s wonderful. You have a big heart. Kids need to get out in the community and to build on their abilities and talents. In December, I sent money to Native American children with grandma. I also had two girls randomly come to my door and try to sell me wreaths. I gave them thirty dollars and told them to keep the wreath. Apparently, their father was having health issues, which I can relate to, as I had to get a job in HS for the family. Boy was I a brat about that one. I wanted to play soccer. I punched a hole in the wall. Anyway, I politely told them this. I know they wouldn’t sell enough to help.My main concern was to get them a meal or two.

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