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Wendy Lloyd

My spiritual direction training, at Sarum College, was interwoven with my training to become a mountain leader. Spiritual Direction was something that, along with the compass, map and flask for hot chocolate, I felt would be useful to have in my metaphorical rucksack to support folks going on pilgrimage. Offering spiritual direction online wasn’t part of the plan. However, as I find with most pilgrimages, what we plan is rarely what happens. Holding space with and for folks online is now one of the greatest privileges of my life.

One of my favourite words at present is ‘attend’. The root meaning is ‘to stretch toward.’ That idea of stretching towards resonates with how I’ve experienced my evolving faith over the years. Stretching towards a new understanding, or a different perspective can sometimes feel full of tension. Spiritual direction has allowed me to attend to that stretch with tenderness and ease in myself and now as I accompany others.

I love that well-known line from a poem by Mary Oliver: ‘Pay attention, be astonished, tell about it.’ And often it is in the spiritual direction space we first ‘tell about it’. Together we explore what might have made ‘it’ astonishing or caught our attention in the first instance.

In my approach to spiritual direction, I pay attention to how you bring ‘it’. What words you use, how you respond to what you yourself share. How it releases, resonates or jars. I pay attention to the questions your sharing evokes in me. And together we wonder and notice the presence of what else may be at work in and through us.

And this happens in a space that is entirely without judgement. Doubt, anger, questions, uncertainty are all welcome in this space, as well as joy, wonder, delight and desire. And everything beyond and in-between. A spiritual direction session is your time, your space to explore the terrain of your soul. As your spiritual director I get to bear witness and accompany you in your own pilgrimage of discovery.

My own journey into spiritual direction came from a longing for the deep and meaningful conversations that I missed from when I lived in an intentional Christian Community in my thirties in Glasgow. Or from my previous small group experiences when I was part of a close church community in my twenties in Belfast.

No longer surrounded with such sacred scaffolding, I sought out a spiritual director to ask me the deeper questions, to help facilitate my own pondering. To help me notice if, how and where God, however God is understood, was on the move, in and through my life.

I found it so helpful and meaningful that a few years ago I undertook spiritual director training at Sarum College, Salisbury. And now I am particularly interested in the connection with spiritual direction and the outdoors. With flora and fauna. Most recently, having completed training in Equine Facilitated Learning, I’ve been facilitating spiritual direction sessions with ponies, here on the croft where we live, on the Isle of Mull.

A place that feels thin, holy, or spiritually alive to me

Burg headland across the loch that beckons me to be still.

A book I return to because it stays fresh and keeps me company

‘The Solace of Fierce Landscapes’ by Beldon Lane.

A question I find myself living with these days

What part of me needs reassurance and release from duty, with gratitude.

A simple daily practice that steadies me

The cup of tea in my teal cup, with a now slightly loose handle, that transitions me from sleep into daytime activity.

A meal I love making for other people

Fajitas, less about the making and more about the sharing. I find it can be bit like a game of twister with food.

A journey that changed me, outwardly or inwardly

Walking the Camino Primitivo taught me what it is to be a pilgrim, the Cape Wrath Trail took that understanding to a deeper level.

Something that reliably draws my attention back to what matters

The paper crane that hangs from the wooden ceiling in my shed. It flys there in memory of a family friend who lived and died adventurously.

A piece of music that still stops me when I hear it

‘Hands’ by Jewel.

A moment when I realised something important had shifted for me

Standing on my paddle board before Scoor beach, looking down into turquoise sea and realising I was no longer afraid of deep water.

Something ordinary I find unexpectedly meaningful

Cleaning the glass on my wood burner door. It evokes prayer for clarity.

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