The last YALP Residental

I am back north. Here for the funeral and here for YALP. I suppose in theory I am supposed to finish this blog I started last year, but I am emotionally wriped out.

I have been taking part in sessions as much as possible. I have been learning things about Quakerism which had left me confused before. I learnt about why we don’t always talk about our spiritual experiences in meeting, and we thought about ways in which that could possibly change.

I certainly don’t think any of my spiritual experiences could be pointing towards a fixed truth. I don’t know what they mean, I have no idea f they point towards there being a God. I don’t even know what they mean for me entirely. It can help to share it sometimes.

Quakerism is more about the form, rather than the content, and though it can be liberating to fill in your own blanks, it can be lonely and perhaps newcomers can get lost. 

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