enough hands to hold

You already know how much I love Greenbelt. This year was one amazing thing after another for me, and there was so much I didn't go to, other people will have had very different experiences too. The first full day had such a range of wonderfulness, beginning with worship from the womb in the red tent, ending with singing in Urdu and Hindi that took me beyond midnight. In between I learned new songs, went belly dancing, shared brownies in the sunshine, watched an incredible one man performance of Paradise Lost incorporating interpretive dance and fell in love with a very present Jewish priestess.

One of the aspects I appreciate most of all is the tangible love - the love from old friends, the love from strangers in toilet queue, the love from new friends, the love from those performing and stewarding, the love I find I seem more capable of showing whilst there. I often bring some of this back with me and the world is definitely brighter after.

There are other great reviews too if you want to read, like this
http://www.pipwilson.com/2017/09/a-stunning-reflection-on-greenbelt.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+pipwilsonbhp+%28Pip+Wilson+bhp+......+blog%29

I know this has been a few days coming. Initially I wanted to add a link to a song from Sound of the Sirens. I'd not planned to see them but old friends were there so I went for a listen and caught a lyric that keeps giving me encouragement, that there will always be enough hands to hold. I can't find the song on the internet tho. Also my emotions are rollercoastery at the moment, sometimes I feel keen to share. Other times my confidence plummets and I notice myself cut myself off despite the wonderful network of support I have. The hands will always be there but sometimes reaching for them isn't so simple.