I spent most of this evening crafting three paragraphs on central North Island bush, for Breathing Space, so my evening was fruitful, despite the freezing cold. I also cooked a roast chicken, caught up with friends and answered some emails. Watched Desperate Housewives, and yeah, season three is a LOT better than season two.
I've been toying with some of the reasoning behind Quaker philosophy the last few days (and reading up on Phil Gulley's stuff, not necessarily the most traditional of Quakers!), and there is a lot to be praised for their attitude to the presence of God. I think I'm doing well though, mixing what I know from that and other faiths with what I accept of Catholicism, and I think I can present a clear message to the students I teach without sounding blasphemous. And it's a message of hope and acceptance and fullness and presence of God that exists in each and every person everywhere, without the absolute need for ritual or sacrifice or sacrament. And that's how I like it.