Today, however, threw me for a loop. Half of our service was conducted indoors, and for the second half we were directed to our "new outdoor chapel." We'd been hearing allusions to this chapel for months; it was a Scout project by one of our youth members, Logan. And so, in my head, I expected it to be... I don't know. A lean-to or something?
When we were finding our seat, Bradley asked me where I'd like to sit and I said, "Where I can see a tree." This is a joke of course, but what's funny is that every time we sit down in church I sit where I can see the woods through the windows. Bradley doesn't ask where we should sit anymore, but when he used to I always used to reply in the same way, "Where I can see a tree." Now, as if someone rebuilt the church just for me, we've been transplanted (pun?) outside into the very heart of our little piece of forest. (And of course I know that I am not the only one who feels this way; most of the congregation are forest-loving hippie-types. That's why we work.)
Another thing that I remember about the very first time we visited Heritage: when Bradley and I were driving away and we had realized that we both wanted to come back, one of the things that we discussed was how cool it would be to just spend some time in the woods. Bradley was into meditation at the time and I was feeling the need to have Somewhere Else to Go in Times of Escape. We talked about finding big rocks and spending some time on our own, centering in the ways that we find work for us individually.