Return to the North (Quaker Adventure)
The above is the view from my bedroom window. I don’t know if you can tell but I am up north in Ulverston, visiting Swarthmoor Hall. I am continuing my Young Adult Leadership Programme at ‘the Quaker Vatican’ (inappropriate joke). Last time I was here I was in a different place mentally, I wasn’t heart broken and I wasn’t grieving. I was here on a pilgrimage but I was running away from something else. Now on my crazy little spiritual Odyssey of one, I don’t know where I am.
The Lake District reminds me of Wales. Another moment to pull at the heart strings. It is painful, but a little pain can’t be helped with life. A mixture of pain and love brings us into the world, and I guess roughly the same takes us out.
I don’t want to be reminded of Wales, I don’t want to be reminded of love, and its destruction through fear, but maybe it is good for me (..maybe I should face it and go back...). There is something I should be remembering...
There is this strange moment in my field of vision; behind some trees seems to be a wind turbine.
I should go out for a walk.
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