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I recently read a great article about aphorisms—those pithy observations that carry a general truth or a thought-provoking point of view. The piece was adapted from James Geary’s book The World in a Phrase: A Brief History of the Aphorism.

I loved it.
Not just because the lines were clever, but because they sparked thought. And conversation. And difference.

Some Aphorisms from Geary’s peice:

Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach wrote:
Those who were carried to a goal should not think they’ve reached it.

Magdalena Samozwaniec said:
Love is that short period of time when someone else holds the same opinion of us as we do of ourselves.

And then, a line that became the seed of Geary’s life’s work:
The difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

What I noticed is that each of these doesn’t tell you what to think.
They invite you to think.
They open something rather than close it down.

That feels like something we’ve lost a bit in the world these days.

I often find myself wondering why community on Gabriola Island felt—and still feels—more alive and thriving for me than many of the places I’ve lived since moving back to the States in 2000. I mostly attribute that to The Haven.

There, I learned relational skills. I discovered just how vital difference, intimacy, and dialogue are to aliveness, health, and thriving.

Yes, I loved the programs. I believed—still believe—that those programs were a foundational playground for community. And maybe the place itself held some magic.

But it wasn’t really the space. Or the rooms. Or even the brilliance of the teachers who carried The Haven. Those mattered, of course—they were the mud, bricks, and mortar. But they weren’t the thing itself.

What I’m slowly learning—gathering some grit around—is that Haven isn’t just a place. It’s a space I can create inside myself, one that connects me to the world around me. And that space is always shifting, changing, evolving.

Community isn’t a place you arrive at—it’s a way you stay in relationship with uncertainty.

So I ask you:

What is it that leads you to a place where you can love the shifting, not just the beauty of a new location?
What lets you listen to all kinds of music—not only the chords and tones that harmonize easily or touch a familiar, sentimental place?

What I’m realizing is that what I learned, I could have learned by taking many roads. What makes any road special isn’t the route itself—it’s the connections, the conversations, the deeper roots, and the invisible threads that weave us all together.

There’s no single “right” way to come home.

What we’re offered, again and again, is a choice: more connection or more isolation.

And those aren’t always about proximity. Some people hike alone and are deeply connected. Others sit in crowded rooms and feel profoundly alone.

Connection—and intimacy—run deeper than what meets the eye.