
" A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh. "
Now that's how the early monks were doing it. There weren't vows and there weren't institutions, there wasn't any canon law controlling it. They were people moved by the spirit to go into the desert to live this life and to live it generously. Because this is what they were called to. So my hope is bring together say a handful who would do that, but around that handful a much larger group of young people who to varying degrees come and live this life for a period of time, whether it's for a short time of a week or so, whether it's up to a year, but really seriously live it and experience it. And then go out and do whatever."
(Dare I say this? She grins, always the dreamer...)
Hopefully there are a few, just a few, who might think Sydney is an inordinately good place to adopt a similar style of vocation. Someday.


I used to hang out in the middle of parks in the darkness of eve to use the cloak of nightfall to leverage some chemical buoyancy of spirit (or, more usually, scaffolding off a hefty dose of spirits).
One day, God walked in, pale from the grey steppe,
slit-eyed against the wind, and stopped,
said, Colour me, breathe your blood into my mouth.
I said, Here is the blood of all our people,
these are their bruises, blue and purple,
gold, brown and pale green wash of death.
These (god) are the chromatic pains of flesh,
I said, I trust I make you blush,
O I shall stain you with the scars of birth
For ever. I shall root you in the wood
Under the sun shall bake you bread
of beechmast, never let you forth
To the white desert, to the starving sand.
But we shall sit and speak
around one table, share one food, one earth.
Rowan Williams
Abandon evildoing;