Bonjour from Swiss L’Abri! Yes, I have arrived. Spiritually, that is. Just kidding…if anything, I’ve come to realize there’s so much I don’t know, and that expecting “arrival” is unrealistic. But I do expect to move forward in my journey. Before I get into that, here’s a general schedule of a normal day here:
8am- Breakfast (Usually granola, bircher muesli, and COFFEE!!!!)
9:30am- Work/Study time
11am- Tea break (By then my stomach is usually screaming at me)
1pm- Lunch at one of the 4 chalets (I’ve currently made 4 meals in 1 week)
3pm- Work/Study time
Post dinner- Hangout time in the lounge. It can entail anything from charades, chess, taboo, cards (hearts/kings in the corner), impromptu prayer times, spontaneous musical singing, etc. Wednesday nights are movie nights. I appreciate that all laptops are packed away during the week, otherwise we’d probably be sitting on couches with them, going on Facebook and sharing YouTube videos. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but without them conversations about the role of man and the role of the Creator in Art history are more possible.
Speaking about conversations and what I’m studying…I originally came with a list of topics to pick apart. However, within the first 10 minutes of meeting my tutor she named several huge issues that have followed me around since I can remember. Issues I hadn’t planned on studying because I thought I was “done” with them. She picked out my identity problem, my perfectionism, and my difficulty with forgiveness, like that (SNAP)! So now I’m studying those topics, as I should. I’ve been reading “Beyond Identity” by Dick Keyes. And it’s definitely convicting. One image that totally screams “Lisbeth” is an image of a bird: “Motivated by fear and anxiety they [those with a weak sense of identity] are like a baby bird in a nest with a huge open mouth pointed to the sky shouting ‘feed me!’ ‘make me feel like a person!'” Yep, I’m working on not being that bird anymore.
Before I sign off, I would be remiss in mentioning THE MOUNTAINS. It’s unreal here. This is when I feel the poverty of words. The mountains are camped right outside my room. I open the doors of my chalet, step out onto the balcony and see a mountainous green expanse before me. It’s like I’m in a painting. When I spoke to my mom on the phone and she asked, “Do you miss the Ocean yet?”, referring to Ocean Grove, I had to admit, “Nope. Not yet.”
Again, I’ll try to update as much as I can.
Love to all. Au revoir!