Reflecting on Community

I went to visit my Mum at her church market stall on Saturday. I'm not religious at all, but my Mum as been part of that church community for a good 50 years I reckon, and , dare I say it, I attended the church until I was about 17 years old.
I sometimes "do the right thing" by helping lug chairs, or lend a hand here and there - and my "do the right thing" is not in anyway pre-meditated - I have been called "nice" before LOL

'Aunty Margaret' was chuffed to see me, she who was our next door neighbour until I was about 5 years old. And my Sunday School Teacher, who I might add is hovering around the 90 mark, was very pleased to see me and gave me a bag of broad beans freshly picked from her suburban vegie patch.

They are all aging and deaf, and therefore they yell a lot, and one old dear reflected that she had a few years to go to last as long as her mother who was 105 when she passed. I responded that my grandmother lasted until 96 and dear old Trix keenly advised me that was how old she was now!

I guess what I'm trying to say is communties are good, they make you feel good, yes this is based around the church premise, as that was the common denominator. But all these oldies, with their years of living, are interested and delighted to see you. Great for my ego. They watched me develop from child to teen, and now so many years later, they still care and are interested. I even ran into a guy who would probably be considered my first boyfriend, as young and silly and naive as it was!

I reflect on this from a KM perspective too, as its about sharing, stories, and knowledge and community. We need communities in our workplaces to learn and share and deliver. But we need them personally as well, for all those things previously mentioned and to grow and bond and reflect and to live.