On Starting a Commune
I first starting thinking about it after leaving college. Because dorm life was so fun. It was so fun that I just couldn’t understand why we quit doing it.
My wife thought the same thing.
So why live alone? Why create a single-spaced hole when it’s just so much more fun to live with others?
So we took a step forward. We convinced a friend to move in with us.
It was glorious. It brightened our lives.
We’re taking the next step today.
Three families. One apartment.
A test of intimate community.
A sounding of life-rythms.
For life is a journey that no family needs to walk alone.
Back to dorm-life.
Back to Acts-living.
People look at me funny when I tell them. I guess I understand that. Living in community is so very rare on this side of the ocean that people automatically assume things about poison kool-aid and stuff. It’s too bad, though. Because sharing life tends to give birth to a more abundant type of life. A deeper, realer life. A more natural life. Because we have not evolved to live sequestered away in cells, cut off from our fellow-man. No. We are made to be together. That’s one of the reasons why, I think, we suffer from so much anxiety and mental stress in the West. We are alone in this artificial sea of people.
Is it frustrating to live in a community? Is it hard to balance the life-rythms of others? Is it difficult to adapt to the strange habits and personalities of complex people? Yes.
But it’s better than living alone.
Because when there are people, there is love.
And nothing beats love.