Walk in the Woods

Nik Curfman 9/23/21 Nik Curfman 9/23/21

Abstract: Culture and Community

A poem about the nobility of community and culture, and our need for Him.

Culture can be a wonderful shield,

to block misunderstanding,

and unite its followers.

Community is the warm blanket,

comforting us through our dark moments.

These are good and noble aspects of life,

and necessary to create a happy existence.

Neither, however, is a substitute for purpose,

for self-respect,

or Him.

All the feels and insulation will never compensate for the need to be loved,

through shame and doubt,

away from sin and toward the His light.

It is who we are when we are alone,

without community,

where culture is exposed,

this is what matters most.

We can run from the community,

and naviagte culture,

But He, He is always with us.

When the community deserts us,

He never leaves.

When culture turns on us,

He never will.

He is who is,

so we are eternally who He says we are.

Nik Curfman 6/4/21 Nik Curfman 6/4/21

Journal: #298 Ever Shifting Community

In all seriousness, I need new people in my community. The question is, do I suffer this summer in silence, or do I make an effort with what I’ve got? I know I need people- every single day. That’s why I was so very thankful for today. I hope for more, and if it doesn’t happen, September will be here soon.

One skill I am proud to possess is the ability to maintain friendships over time and space. It’s a real blessing to be able to share life with so many quality people. One intriguing aspect of having such a wide group of good friends is the cycle of contact and communication. I enjoy watching some relationships fade to the back while others shine for a spell. Then, like a lava lamp, the flow reverses. Cold relationships become warm again as memories and updates swapped.

The last year has been one of social isolation. Between COIVD and remote work, I rarely see people. Today was a bit of an anomaly. I went for a hike in the morning with Hudson, then hosted Alex for dinner tonight. It was nice. The older I grow, the more work I’ve got to put into my friendships. Nearly all of my friends are married, and most are several children deep into family life. Ironically, their single friend in Redding is not as important as their screaming daughters. What jerks.