2019 was a terrible year for me. My life and business collapsed and I was in despair at a total loss. At a particularly low point, I happened upon a Quaker Meeting House and decided to pop in to see what was going on. I was welcomed as a friend and ushered into a room where I sat in silence with 25 or so others for an hour or so. A silence occasionally broken by someone standing up and speaking on some insight that had been gleaned from the silence. I left feeling better as if a stone having been lifted.
At one of these meetings, I decided I needed to write a book; an examen of my life and how I had got to where I was. After all, it was Socrates who said “The unexamined life is not worth living”.
So, I began to write. The book morphed into something rather different and far more mysterious but that is for another day. The point of this post is twofold. Firstly, that if we sit with non-judgmental others and bask in their compassion some form of healing takes place. Secondly, as I wrote my examen, I did a list of every place I had lived in during my life. As I reflected on the name of each house, each seemed to offer a clear message of what lay before me. It was uncanny.
So, I am wondering do the names of the places you have lived or been offer any insights to you? If so, pray tell.