It has not been easy for me to live within community and still remain within integrity. It was so much easier when I could retreat to my Eugene home within the hills, live within my spiritual practice and hide from the world when things became too challenging. I could choose to never see particular people again, duck and run. I can no longer do that.
There is no hiding when you live in the open space of an RV park. Unless, of course, you choose to move frequently. I am now forced to deal with my own issues of judgment and pettiness, choosing to make an issue out of a non-issue. I don't like seeing this side of myself, but it is something I cannot run from or escape. It is square in my face.
I am taking time with myself, doing a personal inventory. There is no one but me to sort through the chaos I have created within myself.