Walking through silence . . . Photo: Photo: Harriet Hart
Walking through silence
Harriet Hart shares her experience of walking worship
As soon as I could walk my parents gathered their patience about them and refused to carry or push me. I was brought up pattering through puddles and stomping through leaf mould. All of our holidays took us to wild places and, with two outdoor instructors caring for me, I was encouraged to develop a love of the land and all that grows on it.
This relationship has a great bearing upon my world view. It gives me a connection to simplicity and a broadening of perspective. I find a connection out on the open moor that I also find in Meeting for Worship. There is a familiarity there that allows me to settle, that brings me back to the centre. While all landscapes speak to me on some level, the moorland of my upbringing remains powerfully uplifting.
