Last summer, I bought a goat (there’s a purpose here, I promise). Well, my intent was to purchase one goat. The conversation with the breeder went something like this:
“I’d like to buy one goat.”
“Do you have other goats?”
“No, but a neighbor boards his horse on our property, so the goat will have a friend.”
“Oh. Well, if it’s your first goat purchase, I only sell a pair. You see, while goats and horses get along, they prefer to speak goat.”
I never realized this, but I guess that it makes sense. Just because goats, horses, chickens, llamas, and probably any wide variety of livestock can interact successfully with each other, doesn’t necessarily mean that the conversation truly and completely satisfies them. They need to speak their own language to be happiest: the language of the goat.
It’s true with us, too. We can interact successfully and mutually with each other, but to be at our best and to be our happiest, we seek out others who speak our “language”. Whatever our “goat” dialect happens to be. Maybe it’s a coding language, maybe it’s philosophical, maybe it’s just pure awesomeness.
I submit that perhaps this community that is being created through the Pot-Luck, and that has been and is being created through other avenues in our region, is a new and developing language of “there’s a significant vacancy here in the Tri-Cities in the form of x, and I believe we can fill that void instead of having to travel to Seattle, Portland, insert other place here, because the Tri-Cities has the potential to be just as amazing as any other community out there.” Maybe solely by this collective investment: we already are.
The language of action, of passion and investment in the community, and the language of “it can be done and I can help do it” versus “it should be done and someone else should already be doing it.” So, if you haven’t already, find your people and speak your language freely.
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