It felt right.
I got the bus. I got off the bus.
I walked to the cafe. I ordered my tea. I drank my tea.
I walked to the Meetinghouse.
I donned a mask on entry.
There were five of us present.
There were 16 on the TV screen.
We sat apart. We sat in silence.
I felt grateful to be back. It felt like a return from exile.
The masks reminded me of the birthing chamber and here something new was being born.
Sunday 16th August 2020