An ancient Indian village

An ancient Indian village

In ancient times in India, we are told, that the entire village was one huge closely knit, loving, trusting, caring family. Everyone knew everyone else… they shared in their joys and sorrows. There were no celebrations which did not involve everyone. Old and young, men and women, would work together for the common good of the village through the day… and after the hard day’s toil would assemble at the courtyard of the centrally located temple. They would talk about the higher purpose of life, sing and dance in the name of God, the universal consciousness… eat together and sleep.

Festivals were more joyous together. Hard times were easier to get through with the entire family standing as one. People waited for travelers passing by hoping to serve them food. They rejoiced such visits.

The law of the village was adhered to. Elders respected, the young cared for by all. There was no back biting, no trust issues… homes did not need doors for no one needed to steal!

Everyone grew up addressing anyone that lived in their village by coining a respectful appropriate relationship on the fly… and it was always mutual. Elderly men were uncles and grand dads, women were mothers or aunts or grand moms. Kids were sons and daughters… the culture promoted security and fulfillment!

Work places were meant for progress of the whole. No politics, no usurping, no raising of voices, no hallway gossips. You never had to worry about whose spinning what as you got busy doing your thing… there were no back-stabbers. Only people looking out for you!

I call it the ancient Indian village, but you sure were preview to at least a portion of such a culture, even if it were in small short lived pockets; weren’t you?

We all crave to be a part of that village somewhere….

What then is keeping us from it? Is it us??? Could we not build it at least where we can influence things? Why not start by being that villager?