St Raphael’s Church, Queanbeyan – Thursday 12 August, 2004 at 6pm
The half-dozen regulars gathered for our weekly meditation. I always grabbed the front pew. It meant the others were behind me and out of sight – less likely to be a distraction. A good theory, but typically much of the next sixty minutes was consumed with a series of mad-cap thoughts, wanderings, what ifs, sporting results, boredom, frustration – and quiet self-scolding for being so easily distracted. And round and round it went. Every so often, though, Silence managed to hold sway. On this occasion, about twenty minutes in, the following emerged from nowhere – and with great clarity: “Why not create a place for the homeless mentally ill? Not a refuge. Not an asylum: A home. Something along the lines of those retirement villages where peoples’ independence is respected, but where there is also a caring 24 hour presence … and nice apartments, too …” I played around with the ‘idea’, in quite a bit of detail, for the next thirty or so minutes before leaving the church at 7.05pm resolved to forget about what took place. I figured if it was a something genuine it would re-emerge – but, really, it most likely just more mad-cap thinking ….