Day 062j: Heaven is not a Place … (06/15/2019)
The town of Cajarc proper was not the most welcoming place when I arrived on this day – possibly because the town seemed to be mostly deserted; with very few residents out and about and very few pilgrims visible at all (and this, despite a plethora of pilgrim hostels quite obviously on hand). And it was that I did what I always do whenever entering any city of any significant size – I headed to the local Catholic church to rest my weary feet and re-affirm my shimmering resolve. Afterwards I parked the remainder of my fatigue on a bench in the small town square located just outside the church entrance and drank a bottle of mineral water that had been gifted by a kind employee of the funeral home that was – quite conveniently, I might note – located right next door … 🙂
“If I ever find my journey to have become a maddening tangle of wandering ‘rabbit-trails,’ or a labyrinth of incessantly circular passages leading to nowhere and back, or a plethora of assorted ‘dead-ends’ fraudulently disguised as paths of great promise, this can only be because I am the one who has mindlessly exchanged God’s compass for my own. Without doubt, then, these are also the times when it is important to realize that another exchange is in order.” ~ via Craig D. Lounsbrough
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