A light fog rolls in from the west as I wait my turn for the soup tureens. I sniff the air. Co-mingling aromas of garlic, oregano, thyme, basil, and fresh tomato call to me the moment I step inside the door.
Welcome to the Village of Ordinary
This is a work of fiction, a vision of what our world might be like if we humans chose to live in harmony with the Earth and with each other.
Want to read the story in chronological order, starting with the very first post? Begin with Wake. When you reach the bottom, and after you've left a comment, if you choose to do so, which I sincerely hope you will, follow the link to Sit, which is the second entry, and so on.
The Village of Ordinary is a work of fiction, a vision of what life could be like if we chose to live in a world without greed, without hatred and anger, a world of compassion, where every child born is wanted, deeply cherished and nourished to fulfill her or his dreams and potential.
The story is told through the journal of one ordinary woman who grew up in this world, raised children of her own, and lives with the love of her life, among family and friends.
Their village, Ordinary, is typical of, though not identical to, villages all over the world, villages where people choose every day to live in harmony with the Earth and each other. This is a vision of what our world might be like if we choose.
Goodness knows I fail to live up to my ideals far too often, especially in this time of terrifying leadership, but I strive each day to feed the body well, nourish the soul, heal the Earth, build community, make peace and, where possible, wreak joy.