Our Barn Dance went off particularly well last Friday- even those of us who do not leap to our feet with great alacrity were seen to be smiling! It was an evening that reminded me how simple and up-lifting communal events can be. How different from being in a crowd or a gang, where group identity usually eclipses true quirky individuality. By touching, looking one another directly in the face , sharing food and drink, and allowing our bodies to make gleeful movement, we experienced an organised, but un-contrived communion.
A number of people alluded to the appropriate barn like quality of St Barnabas. I also thought of a tame version of Hrothgar’s hall, and without the monster.We all need our places of convivial security.