Spotted in St Mary’s Episcopal Church, Port Glasgow. From the Epiphany Chapel.
4 responses to “Retreat”
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Retreat
Interesting choice of theme for the Advent retreat.
Mary Magdelen was of course know to be an energetic, implusive and caring woman. Quite a dream really.Unusual combination of food stuffs lentils and banana, anyway.
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Retreat
Just struck by the coincidence that you and I were on retreat at the same time. While you were considering the place of Mary Magdalene I was being led to listen more deeply to my dreams. Through a process of table fellowship and sharing I came to find much meaning in what seemed like a completely random collection of items which regularly arise during the silent hours of the night: medical pots; gas masks; military apparel; a purple stole; a half-mauled rabbit; a friendly ghost and a bottle of single malt. I was really appreciative of my fellow retreatants one of whom, realising it was my first time, was very gentle with me and showed me the ropes. The other, the slightly more talkative of the two, showed a persistent yet Liberal interest in delving deeper into my darkest recesses to see what might come up. If your retreat was anything like as rich as mine you should have enough to chew upon for a very long time, Kelvin. Thanks for reading this anyway.
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Another dream
I don’t know what that retreat started but since posting that last message I have had yet another dream. In this latest one there were two soldiers carrying a sofa up a glen!!! What on earth does that tell me. Any offers of help most gratefully accepted. -
Another dream
As a person of quite mature years, let me share with you my thoughts on your dream.
I see the soliders with their uniforms as a sign of discipline – perhaps you are searching for someone to take you in hand and put more structure in your life. The sofa to me represents comfort and familiarity maybe this is what you are searching for but combined with the rugged landscape of the glen are prepared to take the rough with the smooth. Sometimes our dreams are like a humane mouse trap, we are lured in with the promise of something nice to taste but in the end we are trapped and at the mercy of someone elses hand to release us back into the wild.I hope this has been of some help to you. Thank you for taking the time to read the ramblings of an old woman anyway.
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