Day 068s: Even in the gray & dreary … (June 21, 2019)
The city of Lectoure is finally seen in the distance; a city that was hopefully going to be my final stop on what had been a most grueling of days, and a city that offered me a well-timed gift of floral beauty at its initial outskirts, after a day that had been heavily ladled with muck & drear …
“Although there is more often than not no definitive religious sentiment mingled within it, there is a continual perception of sanctity in the whole of Nature, from the slightest thing to the vastest; an intrinsic awe, mixed with delight; an indefinable thrill, such as the one sometimes imagined when feeling in the presence of a disembodied spirit. And I could only deeply feel this blissful interconnection with The All in those moments that I was both alone (or at least with others in silence) and enlivening a cause greater than my own. And this Oneness is a feeling that I cannot in the least hope to accurately announce or clarify, for no such feeling is at all describable by any word or utterance. It simply IS in those priceless moments, and we have nothing to do but be grateful for the same.” ~ inspired by John Ruskin
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