Remembering the Village—Reclaiming Connection
The village was never just a place; it was a feeling. It was the safety of knowing you mattered, the warmth of shared meals, the comfort of laughter around a table. Modern life tried to teach us that independence is the highest good. But the heart remembers the joy of leaning in, of loving and being loved in return. We can bring the village back—not as a copy of the past, but as a living, breathing practice. Every act of noticing, every honest conversation, every invitation to sit and stay a while is a piece of the village restored. We were never meant to go it alone.