JulianFest 2007

The merry band depicted at the left is the group of attendees at JulianFest 2007, which took place last weekend at the Schoenstatt Sisters of Mary Conference Center in Waukesha, WI.

The attendees were Members Regular of the Order of Julian of Norwich, plus Oblates and Associates of the Order. For two days, we listened to speakers, worshiped together, enjoyed meals and social time in common, and did still prayer as a group. This was only my second JulianFest, but I cannot imagine missing it.

I guess the best part, as I told my uncomprehending husband, who cannot imagine going to church at all, much less going numerous times within a 48-hour period, is that at JulianFest I am surrounded by people who are much like me: who share my values, love worship and still prayer, enjoy chanting the psalms, and want to study Mother Julian's writings on a deeper level.

I don't stand out like a sore thumb among them, as I sometimes feel I do in my parish. The atmosphere is calm, accepting, and loving. Everyone belongs!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sounds wonderful. I'm glad you get to go and do this. I am reminded daily what a gift it is to be surrounded for a time by those who share these sorts of things in common.

-Stephanie
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Anonymous said…
How wonderful for you to have found this group. I didn't know there was an Order of Julian of Norwich until I saw it in your sidebar. I hope you have many years of sharing with these members.
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