It’s always hard to do a reflection of Greenbelt. It is so eclectic and focuses more, for me, around my time volunteering in The Tank and catching up with friends. This year it has also been followed by my mother-in-law’s 70th birthday picnic and meeting my son’s new girlfriend; both of which came hot on the heels of a busy weekend so my thoughts become befuddled.
catching up with a long term friend, Kate,
yearly coffee with blogging friend, Paul,
listening to bands in my tent because my feet will no longer hold my weight – Polyphonic Spree, Unthanks, and others who’s names didn’t know
happy hours working in The Tank, both allocated hours and extra ones, and catching up with other Tank regulars
living in a Tangerine Fields tent for 3 nights and not having to worry about putting it up or taking it down
volunteer’s food vouchers and finding the best deals
Dr Chris Meredith of Winchester University making me/us think and question what we think we truly know about the Bible
hearing the truth about the atrocities that those fleeing war zones have to face when they arrive on British shores
portaloos with hand sanitizer and toilet paper
being without mobile signal and internet and the freedom and frustration that brings
challenges to my way of thinking that I want to hold on to and blog some more about
This is what I love about Greenbelt. It is a mishmash of deep and trivial, challenges and settling of things. A place to share dreams and to hear of others dreams, to laugh with strangers and to have fun. This year my daughter didn’t come with me so that gave things a different perspective; like the fact that I had to decide for myself where I went and who I saw. This is my sixth Greenbelt, fifth volunteering, and second without my daughter. I do hope there are many more to come, with or without her. As things settle and I find time to breath, and to sleep – I am still really tired because of not quite having time to stop as yet – there will be more to write, more to think about. In fact in my unpacking I have found my Sunday morning service sheet with thoughts scribbled across it which may become blogs. Who knows?