Well, I'm getting settled in. I've learned to change my password from the one assigned to me and filled in a bit of my profile. I left out the age thingie. I liked how the original café permitted a person to be in an age-range without giving the exact age. I miss my old Café where everything was familiar and I knew how to do everything. But I will get settled in here.
I promised to report on my week away. The Seminar was 'Hope and Compassion in a World of Fear'. In addition to all the things we generally have to fear (global warming, the situation in Palestine, Crimea, various African countries, North Korea, economics, changes in our churches) we had a shooting of five police officers locally - and while we were there facebook carried the story of a black boy in Newfoundland being bullied at school. Lots to fear! Our speakers were Walter Farquharson and Mayann Francis. Both very different; both very interesting. We also had a young woman from Halifax, a Lutheran priest, lead us in daily worship. It was a wonderful, uplifting, empowering, affirming experience. From the moment of arrival, walking in and seeing familiar faces from years past, excellent cafeteria meals, lots of singing, lectures, small group discussions - all well organized, planned, carried out. Informal discussions while walking between the residence, cafeteria and lecture hall. Informal gatherings in the evening with wine, cheese, and/or chips and treats in the one room that soon was designated 'the party room'.
Exhausting - I'm not used to that much activity five days in a row. But good. That is, everything except the bunks built into the walls of the residence in 1960 and not changed since - basically a mattress in a raised wooden box. I'm too old for that. Communal bathrooms and showers - ok for a week - but I could have used a real bed.
People were nice. Some quietly helped me - holding doors, taking away my dishes after the meals, pointing out where the elevator was when most people were taking the stairs. One woman noticed that I sat for most hymn (conserving energy and holding the hymn book on my knees) and she sat with me. Little things mean a lot.
I'm glad I went. I'm hoping that I'll be able to go again.