There is something sacred about an active neighborhood. People who may have little in common suddenly find themselves shoveling out driveways, providing that last cup of flour or becoming instant playmates that spend hours biking up and down the street. It is a bond like none other, seeing each other fetch the mail in pajamas or hearing a child’s vociferous struggle to sleep through a feverish night.
Increasingly our lives have become more insular, people work late then duck quickly into their homes and apartments. We spend incredible effort, avoiding eye contact, attempting to stay on track with our own agendas. In return, we miss out on creating sacred bonds that carry us through the unknown.
How can we create space for our neighbors?