I thereafter walked into the lovely little town of St. Felix (the patron saint of lost animals), and stopped by its just-as-lovely church — to rest for awhile, to reaffirm my resolve (to keep walking for Peace come what may), and to light a candle in honor of all those who are currently suffering all […]
“There are no great mysteries to tell. My path is always there before me, and I simply do everything I can to follow it in a dignified manner. What is my path, you might ask? It is the path of someone seeking to give, not merely to be given to — to thank, not merely […]
“The world truly belongs to the person who truly Sees it. The person truly Sees the world who looks upon it with Love.” ~ inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The next village I came to was the town of Mirabel, and its church was in many ways more beautiful than most. I especially appreciated the stained glass window depicting a pilgrim’s staff and satchel … 🙂 “What you already know is merely a good departure point. In truth, you can only venture towards your […]
“The route had become a fossilized path: the will of which had cut a gash into this solitary place; a gash so deep that the blood and sap that used to flow there were all long since departed; a gash so hardened that gone too were the circumstances which had guided him to walk its […]
“Visionaries see what shall be by waking up to what is. If you refuse to look towards the forest while standing mired in the city, how will you ever know to walk in its blessed direction? If you refuse to look towards real & intimate community while strapped to the hollow pole of divisive technology, […]
“The beauty and mystery of this world emerges through much more than mere attention or interest. The physical must mingle with the mental for real meaning to blossom in our everyday. Appreciation and wonderment are necessary, yes, and yet they can never grow into their full transformative heights & depths unless they are accompanied by […]
I walked easily enough into the upper outskirts of the city of Figeac, and the Pas si Loin (translation: “not so far away”, or maybe “pretty close to here”) gite was the very first structure I passed. Last night’s pilgrims had already long since left and yet it was still pretty early in the day, […]
And then I came to yet another church (in Figeac proper) — one that potently exuded the magisterial, and therein offered yet another Peace Prayer that was soaked in humility … 🙂 “Lord, release me from the belief that I must straighten out other peoples’ affairs, and keep me from the recital of endless details. […]
For the past 30+ years of my life — ever since my early college days — I have been regularly visited by (and had more than a few highly entertaining conversations with) various Jehovah’s Witnesses. How wonderful it was, then, to walk past one of their windowless meeting houses on this day and be the […]
I walked thereafter up & Up & UP — all the way into the tiny village of Balajou, where a delightful Helene was so impressed with my Walk that she invited me in for an impromptu lunch of pasta & green salad, and then invited me to stay for a bit and drink a coffee […]
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