What we did (1) in Aug 2016 Ringwood #unitarians

All real living is meeting, said Martin Buber.  Just how many people need to be there, for meeting to happen?  Where two or three are gathered together in my name, said Jesus, there I am amongst them.  When reading a book, there are always at least two people meeting in relationship – the author and the reader – but also all the people who have contributed to the setting down of, or the re-interpretation of, the narrative.  And, if but one human stands on a cliff top, feet in the heather and springy turf, watching the sun set behind piled-up clouds, terns and black-headed gulls wheeling by, with the sea crashing its brilliant white surf down below, what meeting is it that is going on there? – for meeting there most certainly is.

So we had a sparse meeting in August, summer season, with absences and work commitments getting in the way of a bigger meeting; yet meet we did.  The topic was the stories we tell ourselves and about ourselves, as part of who we are and how we know ourselves.  We had texts from Tolkien and Alan Garner and we spent time in silent reflection; and felt all the better for it.