Do not be hasty, that is my motto.
Life at Ngatiawa River Monastery is a curious blend of stillness and action, silence and community, order and chaos, quiet contemplation and impulsive spontaneity. Since arriving here a week ago, I have spent time quietly reading and reflecting, joined in simple contemplative services in the chapel, and wild meals in the communal hall. I have seen lots of old friends who have just happened to be passing through, and have made new friends with others who are living here. A community of 50-odd people have been camping in one of the fields; one of the ewes has had mastitis and one of the children an injured arm. There has been an ordination (complete with a Maori Haka led by the Bishop of Wellington), a tea party with bone china tea cups, and a farewell to a couple who are moving on from the community here. The younger children have played games of kick the can, and the teenagers and adults have played Viking chess and games of Settlers. I have walked in the river, painted trees, plaited strings of garlic, and washed piles of dishes.
I could quite get into this life.
Sometimes I would like to have learnt the things I have through suffering without the suffering bit. But I know that wouldn’t have worked. Just being human!