Friday, 19 August 2016

First Day

Things are still going well in the north, in the land of the Quaker ancestors, and my own paternal ancestors.

This is a pilgrimage..... I don't know what I want from this pilgrimage. I don't know what will happen. Considering I have been through so much psychological upheaval, where the spirit will take me, I just do not know...

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George Fox was a troubled young man. He found that Oxford and Cambridge did not fit one to become a minister of the Lord. He spent time in London and spoke to many different people. He did not know quite what life was about.  He moved towards the non conformists and dissenters.

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Being here reminds me a lot of my grandparent's house in Wales.

I will tell you where I am in following posts.

Dog sister...we were puppies together. Another traumatic memory I can not remember. My grandfather's dog, then a puppy, chasing me, nipping me, and trying to play with me like I was a little puppy, but I was a human toddler, and I would wail and cry and drive my grandfather to the pub.

We were puppies together...puppy love. 

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