Day 13b: Beneath a most Grace-full Gaze … (04/27/2019)
Hobble-limping onward through the morning’s misty rain, ultimately into the village of Kirchhofen, I pause for awhile in the delightfully dry confines of that town’s gorgeous Catholic church; laying down on its cool floors to better prop up my aching and somewhat swollen ankles on one of its confessional’s warm wooden walls — resting peacefully under the gentle and seemingly sympathetic look cast down upon me by a nearby sculpture of St. Anthony of Padua (the patron saint of recovering things that have been lost, one of the most celebrated followers of the teachings of St. Francis of Assisi, and to this very day the one to whom many Catholics pray in times of illness or injury) …
“He who only sees what life hasn’t provided, cannot ever hope to appreciate what it already has … Indeed, the ultimate aim of any Great Quest, if one is to ever truly return therefrom, must be neither a release of one’s current sufferings nor the garnishment of future ecstasy or even good health, but rather the Wisdom (and in truth, thereby the Power) to live the rest of one’s days gently in a joyful service to others.” ~ inspired by Frieda Romay & Joseph Campbell
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