Shared Experience

Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night the beloved body, compass, polestar, to hear the quiet breathing that says I am alive, that means also you are alive, because you hear me, you are here with me. And when one turns, the other turns—Lois Gluck

It was a beautiful evening at Dharma s Garden for the annual Pizza Party.

Farmer Tim and Lewis manned the pizza oven. Farmer Tim had exceptional pizza dough tossing skills that made for excellent light and fluffy crusts.

The pizzas, smothered in garden veggies and other delicious toppings were popped into the hot oven and back out for everyone to enjoy, still steaming from the heat of the brick oven.

The evening temperature was perfect, the shadows long on the grass, and everyone greeted one another with warm smiles.

As I looked around, I realized that this was what family was. So many friends, children, sharing the magic of an evening together out in the fresh air with good food, live music and the setting sun.

What made life so special was shared experiences. Being able to turn to a neighbor or new friend, say hello, talk about the day, the food, the glorious summer night, just share a moment together.

Tonight everyone had a chance to enjoy the fullest expression of shared experience. To be together, to celebrate and to just be.

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