I love the fact that in one tradition there is a place for silence, for liturgical prayer and for dancing and singing with a guitar. Usually I have to go to different communities to get all those.
I didn't like how programmed the retreat was. I would have liked more spare time to get more reading done and reflection.
For the first time in my life I was worshipping in a non-Christian, non-Unitarian community. I needed to do that. If only for some perspective.
I think my spirituality might be more visual than auditory. I'm not sure chanting words over and over again suits me.
There were some lovely people there, though not a great deal of diversity.
It was absolutely beautiful all week, I was sunbathing while other parts of the country drowned.
I starved myself of Jesus, intentionally, more about that later.
There was lots I was critical of, I don't know why that should suprise me. It's the same in any mainline Christian service. I'm a critical rationalist trying to be a mystic. They're not mutually exclusive. But I want concepts explained to me.
There were times when I winced when it all seemed a bit New Age in the worst sense of that kind of thing.
Where is social justice in this sort of thing? If I did reach the heights of mystical achievement what difference would that make to the world?
I am a Unitarian. It sort of suprises me when I come back to that conclusion. I give myself every opportunity to come to a different conclusion, but it never happens. It is good to test the path.