Day 072c: With the Grace of all Grebes … (June 25, 2019)
I didn’t take long for me to exit yesterday’s large metropolis (it turns out that last night’s hostel-cathedral was located on the upper outskirts of town), and it didn’t take much longer still for me to be immersed in Nature once more – blessed by paths smooth through forests verdant, and even graced with a sight of one of my favorite (and mostly more elusive) birds: the Grebe,* as he smoothly glided over the placid waters of Lake Brosseau …
“And so it was that I learned two things that night, and the next day: the perfection in every moment, and the irretrievable fleetingness of the same.” ~ via Margaret George
*This was a fitting “totem” for this particular stage of my pilgrimage, having – like the Grebe, who regularly makes the journey from the world of the tangible profane to find his sustenance within waters more spiritual.
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