I have long heard tales about the glories of the Woodbrooke library, how it is a literal treasure trove of hundreds of years of Quaker thought, writings from as long as Quakers have been practicing this particular spirituality. I have been told how people come from far and wide to study here and to open […]
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By the time I arrived at Woodbrooke, it had already been a long traveling day and I was tired. Between the Metro, Eurostar, walking, train, and bus, I was ready to set my bags down and to rest a while. So after signing in, a woman brought me upstairs to show me my room. Walking
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The foothills of the Swiss Alps, Paris streets, and a German café – it has been a whirlwind adventure thus far for our traveling minister. Now at the half-way mark of her European speaking tour, this roving Walking the Sea guest reporter managed to sit down with Sarah on the Eurostar train while heading back
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I was sitting tonight in business meeting as the Europe and Middle East Section of FWCC made nominations for the needed committees while we’re here in Herzberg, Switzerland. It’s often interesting to see how other Quakers besides my own meeting do business as my meeting is, admittedly, of a different variety, particularly as it relates
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So how long do you think it will take before the people here realize they are being blogged about? Most here don’t know who I am yet (it won’t take long) and don’t know I’m a blogger so I’ll be able to get away with some things until they do. The house church I go to
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It is Sunday morning and Vivian and I have to catch the train to Der Haague for meeting. As breakfast went a bit long, we booked it to the station (walking very fast). Blessedly, Vivian is a gentleman and took my bag for me leaving me with my smaller bag and sleeping bag Hetty lent
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Delft is a beautiful town and the village just outside of it, Den Hoorn, is a lovely little village. The day after I arrive, Vivian lends me a bike and we bike from where he lives in Den Hoorn to the train station in Delft. Though we get on the same train (translation: so I
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Many people have wished me well on this trip and commented on what a wonderful time I must be having and indeed I am. Just last night I got to watch the sun set over the rooftops of Dusseldorf, Germany and it was a beautiful sight. The talks so far have gone very well and
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John and I had arrived back at the Friends House in Brussels after he showed me around the Grand Place and nearby environs. Paul, who had not been at his desk when John had introduced me around to the staff that morning stood up to greet me and when he found out where I was
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“What did you say about that painting, Simon?” I ask from across the small wooden gallery. “It was painted here.” “REALLY?” “You know this painting?” he asks in surprise. “Of course!” Hugh and I exclaim together. I join them over by the stairs for a closer look. I know the painting well but I have never stopped
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