Church in exile

Found a church locally - well, it is the local Anglican church, so it is nominally my breed. I am done with being negative because it doesn't serve any purpose but to draw out and foster further bitterness, but it is a culture shock after 'my' churches in Oxford and Paris. This is such a young country, with a naive and sometimes brash face. They were friendly, welcoming people and we will keep going from time to time, but it is so far from contemplation. Still, these are first impressions and there is much room in the future for other realisations. The apparently very dynamic priest and her associate priest husband (Susanne and Nikolai) are on Aussie holidays until tomorrow and there seems to be a movement in the future towards traditional contemplation according to the church bulletin. From February there is to be a new 'Contemplative Church' group starting on Saturday evenings, and there are regular meditation groups on a couple of weeknights a week, so this may help my exiled heart. Oh God, keep my fragile heart alive throughout this time of desert life.