Day 3 - Desert Death and other Revelations
I am a quarter of a cracker down, with an application to do, slightly less sleepy than I was before, and I have a warning not to test the boundaries of Woodbrooke (how would one get throw out of Quaker Woodbrooke??).
No I have my one good throwing out after going on a boundary-less rampage from the inner darkness of my soul out of the way, we don't need a repeat. I also think British Quakerism would tell me that they had seen it all before, that nothing could shock them, and to have a tea and biscuit.
Today was spent either in meeting or in team building. The latter involved silly games, mental exercises, and finding out we would all die in the desert. This is day three of the leadership course, and it is going well. I have suffered sleepiness, moodiness, and wanting to be left alone, now I am gelling a bit more with the group and getting into reading Revelations.
My imagination has been sparked by a presentation on Early Friends, and the 'lamb's war.' This mystical talk reminded me of the notion of inner transformation and wanting to end all occasion for war from inside the human heart. I suppose we all get lost along the path to somewhere...
To be transformed and to undergo perhaps deep psychological experiences to get there was the idea of sitting peacefully in meeting week in and week out. If I am honest, I had forgotten what brought me to spirituality in the first place, perhaps I still have, but at least I feel a direction coming on...perhaps that is a dangerous thing.
What leads a person of no faith to begin living a spiritual metaphor? I keep reminding myself I am meant to be making peace with my past, and the losses, and the masters hell, and the un-returned love, and so forth. Make peace and transform.
Woodbrooke is a beautiful, quiet place. I could live here quite happily amongst the Quakers and the garden. George Cadbury is buried close by, and the houses for his workers are dotted around. You would not be too bad off if you found yourself a worker, in times gone by, in this place.
The food is pretty amazing, the best fare I have had in the Quaker realm. The diet has died a death for now.
Who knows who I will be mentally and physically when I return to my life of endless struggle in London.
No I have my one good throwing out after going on a boundary-less rampage from the inner darkness of my soul out of the way, we don't need a repeat. I also think British Quakerism would tell me that they had seen it all before, that nothing could shock them, and to have a tea and biscuit.
Today was spent either in meeting or in team building. The latter involved silly games, mental exercises, and finding out we would all die in the desert. This is day three of the leadership course, and it is going well. I have suffered sleepiness, moodiness, and wanting to be left alone, now I am gelling a bit more with the group and getting into reading Revelations.
My imagination has been sparked by a presentation on Early Friends, and the 'lamb's war.' This mystical talk reminded me of the notion of inner transformation and wanting to end all occasion for war from inside the human heart. I suppose we all get lost along the path to somewhere...
To be transformed and to undergo perhaps deep psychological experiences to get there was the idea of sitting peacefully in meeting week in and week out. If I am honest, I had forgotten what brought me to spirituality in the first place, perhaps I still have, but at least I feel a direction coming on...perhaps that is a dangerous thing.
What leads a person of no faith to begin living a spiritual metaphor? I keep reminding myself I am meant to be making peace with my past, and the losses, and the masters hell, and the un-returned love, and so forth. Make peace and transform.
Woodbrooke is a beautiful, quiet place. I could live here quite happily amongst the Quakers and the garden. George Cadbury is buried close by, and the houses for his workers are dotted around. You would not be too bad off if you found yourself a worker, in times gone by, in this place.
The food is pretty amazing, the best fare I have had in the Quaker realm. The diet has died a death for now.
Who knows who I will be mentally and physically when I return to my life of endless struggle in London.
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