The experience was extremely satisfying, actually---I did not expect it. Usually churches make me feel uncomfortable and self-conscious---and conspicuously out of place.
After I worried that I might not be able to deal with keeping still for silent worship for an entire hour, I was rather startled at how quickly that hour passed. I was quite sorry when it ended.
I have had experience with silent meditation---I read The Secret of the Golden Flower when I was still in college and I certainly have tried from time to time to apply it---but I’ve never been good at it.
My brain carries on chattering nonsensically in the background and if I just let it go on, I soon find my thoughts, such as they are, degenerating into what Kingsley Amis refers to in one of his novels as ‘thought substitutes.’ My theory is this: if you shut the left brain down---if you can get it to shut up at all without actually going to sleep or losing consciousness---the right brain then kicks in and starts pumping out the weird images that symbolize what you would be thinking if you were thinking at all. Anyway, that’s my theory and I’m sticking to it.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen in today’s meeting.
I was surprisingly unselfconscious for someone who is basically awkward and uncomfortable with strangers. It helped that the existing Quakers don’t make a fuss over newcomers or visitors. They just smiled and nodded and accepted our presence without the sort of kerfuffle that makes me feel all hemmed in by social obligations.
The local meeting is in the process of building a new Meetinghouse, and they have sold off their previous premises to pay for it, so right now they are meeting in the homes of various members or sometimes in a local synagogue.