Many hours of traveling later, I’m back in the states, and it all feels a little surreal, being back in San Francisco again. I knew transitioning would be difficult, I know culture shock is real, and that there’s nothing that can really prepare you for leaving one place and arriving in another.
Bringing back an old blog post from nearly a year ago, because it still rings so very true, and is still so painfully relevant, especially as I’m realizing that I only have a few more weeks left here in London.
Yesterday afternoon I arrived here on Bradwell-on-sea (In England, everything is named quite literally) for a weekend spiritual retreat. And let me tell you, England beaches are the absolute dream.
As I’m just getting started in my studies as a community art major, I’m really interested in thinking about what is considered art, especially who gets to determine what is “worth” spending our time looking at.
Walking into a new, unfamiliar church can be intimidating, even for Christians that have done it dozens of times. So often when I walk into a church, I don’t know what to say or how to act or how to even just breathe in the new space, really.
I’m sitting here eating comfort food, peanut butter banana toast, in the midst of my second week in East London, and I’m realizing that this learning by experience thing requires a lot more vulnerability than I initially thought it would. Continue reading “Our shared humanness: where Christianity and Islam meet”