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I appear to be completely incapable of writing my impressions of NEYM Sessions this year.

*sigh*

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Kel said…
perhaps you could try drawing, painting or collaging them instead
it always helps me when words fail
11:27 PM
Hystery said…
What happened at NEYM? I'm seeing it pop up in blogs and people are disturbed and distressed. What gives?
1:43 PM
Br. Jay said…
Perhaps allow it time. This will allow you more time to digest, ponder and work through what is needed.
3:54 PM
Cat C-B (and/or Peter B) said…
@ Kel,

You've got a point. I'm not terribly visual--with me, it's all about the words.

But maybe if I can loosen up my attachment to logical sequences, and put out a series of impressions, without worrying too much about ordering them or building to one particular point or conclusion. I think that might work.

@ Hystery: that's a large question! In brief, we set aside our usual agenda to make room for more open-ended worship. What emerged was both good (lots of deep movement of Spirit among us) and less-good (compromises to Quaker process, and some of the strains and fault lines among us that are normally camouflaged by business being made evident).

It was complex enough that I fear that doing justice to one part of it might distort other parts. So I'm struggling.

A sort of word-collage may be the best way to describe it. It will not serve well as journalism, but then, can traditional journalism capture what it feels like to be in a body of people experiencing Spirit moving among us?

@ Fr. Jay: yeah. It kind of feels like I'm still to close to it to bring it all properly into focus.

I'll try my hand at a small snapshot or two over the next few days, and see how that goes.

Thanks.
10:49 PM
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