I haven’t blogged about Friday yet, because my PC threw a wobbly on the last night as I tried to log in. When I rebooted I found that the settings for York Uni’s network had been corrupted. Somehow though I was initially annoyed, I was able to cope with it as a very minor distraction, and just got on with my packing and got ready to leave.
(I have removed the photo that was posted in this space).
What I would have said was this:
Friday started with no breakfast crowd, and I wanted company so I decided to go to the Galleria restaurant, which I had discovered did teas for cash so decided to see if it was open. there I would surely find Friends to chat with. It was open, but not for the likes of me, it seemed – only those on half board were served there. I found a cafe that did breakfasts, but ate alone.
I found my way back to central hall with plenty of time to take my place in the meeting to hear the draft minute of yesterday’s discussion on Committed Relationships. I found myself in tears at the end, when the fervent ‘I hope so’s ended the discussion and we moved on to the other subject – climate change. We did not have any where near enough time, but at least a start has been made.
I spent much of my lunchtime collecting additions to the Quaker Chain, though I was a little poorly – my fault entirely, I had taken painkillers for my back which caused me to feel very dizzy and a little nauseous. The chain was growing and I was delighted to see this. Because I was feeling a little rough I took a break and then joined the afternoon and concluding YM in session. We had reports (minutes?) from each group of Young Friends – including the ‘Wild Strawberries’, ‘Fidgetty Frogs’ and the ‘Fibre Optics’. It was wonderful, though a Friend complained later in home group about the children storming the stage, I did not see a problem with it.
When it came to any other business, I felt nostalgic for the start of the YMG. Strange how I was ready to leave at one point and then all my worries melted away. I miss my partner so much, but I could have gone on for another few days (if only he had been there).
The final home group was wonderful too. I had not felt that home group had gone well when we started it. We did as suggested and started with icebrekers and exercises to introduce Friends to each other, and one Friend complained bitterly about this – she was tired, she said, and just wanted to sit down and chat.the next day did not fare much better, she complained that there had already been response groups and she did not want directed chat. I felt that my co-facilitator and I were under fire for doing what we had been advised to do, and what we felt was appropriate. On Thursday and Friday we just left it to the group and it went fairly well. At the end of the week, at the last session, it felt that we were indeed a home group, and we hugged and felt good together.
Then supper – my sandwich I had made and a gentle stroll around, chatting with people, until I bumped into Peter. We went for an indepth discussion about the Forum, and I feel really happy about this. I have ‘TASKS’ to do.
Another stroll about – in such contrast to the rushing about I did at the start of YM. I took a few more photos, and then it was time to find the ‘concert’. It was called Open Majk because it was run by Majk (pronounced Mike) – a very lovely, gentle and extrememly talented man. Ask him to sing you his Ten Constipated Men song; very funny! He was a great help to me with carrying my bag. The concert was great fun – with topical sketches, songs and instrumentals. Then came the epilogue after which I sauntered to the car via several conversations with Friends to go back and pack.