The day begins to close as I wobble into Nyon and head smoothly & directly to the Notre Dame de Nyon (the city’s catholic church) … It is just past business hours when I knock on the door to the church’s administrative offices, and yet Christine is fortunately still on hand. She hears the general tale of my Walk and without hesitation begins to make a series of phone calls to arrange a place for me to stay the night, eventually procuring me a meeting room in the building’s basement. Without so much as a slightest shrug of her shoulders, she loaned me the keys to the building ( :O ), provided me with a hot water cooker and some tea, gave me a warm farewell hug, invited me for a pre-walk coffee the next morning, and then headed homeward (!!!) … 🙂

Upon entering my impromptu sleeping quarters, I realize that there is not a single seat cushion on site. I’m not sure my aching hips will allow for much sleep (if any) without something soft upon which to lay, and I am debating whether or not to hide out in the church’s main sanctuary to sleep in its much softer confines instead, when church-worker Patricia shows up, hears my tale (and my current predicament), and then sets out to search for (and find) me a lovely stack of seat cushions for my aching body and two small-yet-soft pillows for my weary head … 😀 😀 😀

“I have read that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & that the Eskimos still have a hundred words for snow. How I wish that we all knew at least a thousand words for Love.” ~ inspired by Brian Andreas

P.S. Notre Dame de Nyon had one of the more Peace-full sanctuaries I entered on my Walk, and I was blessed to spend many a minute therein — both before I went to bed that night, as well as before setting forth again the next morning … 🙂

Filed under: Peace Pilgrimage #02: Walking HOME (2019) by Scaughdt