The last Saturday of YALP

The group is off consulting one another about the future of young adults at Woodbrooke, and I am hanging out in the Garden Lounge. I don't really have anything to say.

A Saturday alone in a pretty place with a load of food and some random Norwegian music is probably what I need.

Woodbrooke is infamous for piling on the pounds. You could easily have three full meals and not do anything to compensate.

In the garden there is a labyrinth, the pond with the little boat, and the wooded area. It does look like a little piece of paradise. I should have spent more time just sitting here tapping away at a lap top. The course sessions were good, but I wasn't really in the right place to listen to ideas and theories about the early friends, and where Quakerism is going now.

At least I had some perspective on where I am going with all this spiritual journey business. I don't think I set out to find God, I just needed a place where questioning was acceptable. I thought the day before the funeral that perhaps my seeking was done, and in a sense it is. I know perhaps I will never have a firm answer or closure on the metaphysical, but I attempt to be a good person and live a good life. I don't know if it is enough, but it is what it is. 

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