After seven full days (with today being the eighth) of celebration, after seeing much of what’s been put forth to our Lord, in honor of Him, from the ladies who have become friends here, I think I’m finally getting a grasp on what this festival means.
I never considered it before, but for me, it’s all about building community, and nurturing it into its full potential. I, like many more whose posts I’ve read recently, am excited and made hopeful by what seems to be a new maturity in the ways that we find ourselves interacting with one another. Thankfully, I think it was inevitable. After all, we all had to grow up eventually, right?
There is an openness, and a willingness to see onto the paths of others, and there is also a sense of loyalty and obligation toward those who have been there for us in the recent years, and months.
These last few months have been harrowing for a great number of people, many of whom have been helped only because of the community surrounding them. It may be in person, or it may be confined to the land of ones and zeros, but the comfort given is needed equally by both the giver and the receiver. We all need to give, and we need to have those gifts returned with love and kindness.
Seeing how this festival has evolved in the hearts of each of us ladies, and seeing how we have been made to pull together, and to assist one another, is a most humbling and thrilling experience. I hope we are able to increase our momentum, in the sense that we continue to grow in our bonds of friendship toward one another, and especially the loyalty we all share for Apollon.
You know, it’s almost like we are each our own pier, stretching out into the endless ocean… until we all connected with one another. Now, those piers have become bridges over vast distances. So, maybe that’s what we’re doing. Building bridges for the future.
May we be successful. May we all benefit from our labors, and that which we share, even when times are rough and we feel alone. We aren’t alone. Firstly, we each have Apollon. Secondly, we have each other. And it’s glorious.
— Columbine [Day 8]