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4k straight without a break this morning. Jogging, mind you, not running, but hell! That's about 2.5 miles! I've never done that in my life! And I wasn't winded (it was a slow and steady jog), and could have gone on to do another lap or two, but had already taken 35-40 minutes.
I think that this Sunday I am going to go to the Unitarian Chapel in town. I miss the spiritual aspect of my life, and it is important to me to honour that aspect of myself. I went in Oxford, and enjoyed it. It was so nice to sing songs I knew (at least the tunes) in unison with others, and to hear a message I believed in. Last Sunday, I walked the labyrinth on campus, and that was good.
I suppose I felt that England had little to offer me spiritually, other than out in her nature - there's a definite spiritual connection with the land of this nation: I feel it under my skin. They seem to be so thoroughly secular here. I am resolute to look in the nooks and crannies, though - I know that if I were in the states, I'd probably feel at home at a UU service, but I don't know how liberal their Unitarians are here... my references to Unitarians in England are Victorian, and heavily Christianity-based. Victorian Christianity can be a bit daunting.
Autumn reigns here. I inhaled deeply on my way from work at the Int'l Office to the main campus (for academic work), as I caught the odour of dry and dusky leaves and autumnal breezes. If I could bottle the scent, I would have a cellar full of the smell, and douse myself in it each day - no other perfume would I need.
The combination of Autumn (and my various attempts to describe it) and other events in my life have made me come to the conclusion that autumn is the season of endurance. I know not whether it is a message for me - to endure in spite of endings and changes - to persist in myself and my goals, or if these things merely all came together to show me a new facet of Autumn that I had not seen before.
Egads! It is 6, and I must finish notes on an article before I head home. Tomorrow is the Beer Festival. I hope I shall have stories to tell you of it.
I think that this Sunday I am going to go to the Unitarian Chapel in town. I miss the spiritual aspect of my life, and it is important to me to honour that aspect of myself. I went in Oxford, and enjoyed it. It was so nice to sing songs I knew (at least the tunes) in unison with others, and to hear a message I believed in. Last Sunday, I walked the labyrinth on campus, and that was good.
I suppose I felt that England had little to offer me spiritually, other than out in her nature - there's a definite spiritual connection with the land of this nation: I feel it under my skin. They seem to be so thoroughly secular here. I am resolute to look in the nooks and crannies, though - I know that if I were in the states, I'd probably feel at home at a UU service, but I don't know how liberal their Unitarians are here... my references to Unitarians in England are Victorian, and heavily Christianity-based. Victorian Christianity can be a bit daunting.
Autumn reigns here. I inhaled deeply on my way from work at the Int'l Office to the main campus (for academic work), as I caught the odour of dry and dusky leaves and autumnal breezes. If I could bottle the scent, I would have a cellar full of the smell, and douse myself in it each day - no other perfume would I need.
The combination of Autumn (and my various attempts to describe it) and other events in my life have made me come to the conclusion that autumn is the season of endurance. I know not whether it is a message for me - to endure in spite of endings and changes - to persist in myself and my goals, or if these things merely all came together to show me a new facet of Autumn that I had not seen before.
Egads! It is 6, and I must finish notes on an article before I head home. Tomorrow is the Beer Festival. I hope I shall have stories to tell you of it.