Oh gosh. I have a lot to talk about. I was reluctantly torn from NEYM this evening after three days that were huge, unexpected gifts. (I say torn..I only planned to attend Sat-Mon because after a month on the job it seemed a bit much to ask for a whole week off. In reality I was given the blessing of staying much longer than I expected today through the generosity of a Friend who drove me to the train station after dinner.)
I went to Yearly Meeting full of fear and doubt, closed up and unprepared. As soon as I woke up on Sat. morning and gathered my things for the trip to Bryant college, I felt I had made a terrible mistake. Here I was, about to barge straight into the business and fellowship of a corporate body I had no experience of. My dust has hardly settled from my arrival in New England. I just felt absolutely terrible. There was lovely conversation in the car, with Jeff Hipp, and two wonderful Friends from Cambridge meeting, but my unease continued. When we got to Bryant college, I checked in, and feeling lost, went to hide in my dorm room for some quiet, worship, reading and peace(read - naps). I spent several hours there, unable to force myself into the community. I spent some time in Worship with Jeff, and finally felt scaffolded enough to venture out.
And when I did, I found so, so, so much that lifted me up and gave me a boost over the wall of my own small sufferings, at least for long enough to refresh me and gird me up for the next push.
And I'm very tired, so I'll share more of these things with you soon. In the mean time, Friend David Colleta is blogging live from the rest of yearly meeting.
Love to you all.
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It is amazing to me how yearly meeting sessions can both exhaust and exhilarate me. No matter how tedious the wordsmithing or how deep the worship is. Both happen every time.
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