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Pilgrimage

Reflecting on a day of self-directed pilgrimage to Lisieux, France, and the spaces where St Therese grew up, prayed, became a Carmelite, and died at the early age of 24.

So many statues, chapels and shrines, mosaics and gilded edges, and this is the one that draws me in. Just a damp, cold corner in one of the side chapels in Lisieux Cathedral – the church where St Therese and her family worshipped before she entered the convent at age 15.

Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful to be here, but somehow “the show” pales against the story of her life as she shared with us in The Story of a Soul.

These are a few of her words that still speak louder to me, and with more love than what the finest of architects or Popes can display.

– I am your sister and your friend. Forever I’ll watch over you.

– Have confidence in the infinite mercy of the Good God.

– An amiable smile often suffices to make a sad soul bloom.

The Basilica of Saint Therese, Lisieux, France
Saint Peter’s Cathedral, Lisieux, France

This Train

It is easy, when you travel, to fall in love with a place and to dream about making a life there. I am reminded of this tug as we train across France.

As I see the charming cream stucco and stone houses, and infinite horizons of yellow rapeseed fields, green meadows and dense woods, I fall into fantasizing how we might uproot and move to one of these hamlets thousands and worlds away from home.

But, I am also reminded to ask if the attraction is not so much to this particular place as it is to the nature of any landscape, slow and different? Or, are these emotional pulls fueled by past and familiar thin-space experiences in England, or Scotland, or maybe even to some degree, fields of Illinois?

I am cautioned to not think too much about all this, or dream so much as to miss the reality of now. This now.

This quiet, slow rocking train presenting spectacular views that I will try to recall in meditation back home in the city.

Why Not ?

It just got real. We hit the “print boarding pass” button and instantly, I feel that queasy/happy feeling in my tummy.

I folded my boarding pass, stuffed it into my not-so-attractive fanny pack, and have been walking around the house like I am some kind of confident world traveler. Which I am not. But, I am as ready as this near-70 year old, mostly introvert, can be.

In light of all of the last minute preparations, are you surprised that I naturally found myself sitting down at the keyboard?

I was a bit, but writing is one way for me to settle into myself and become present to its gift. As soon as I began typing, I began thinking about the many trips our parents took and enjoyed when they were our age, and about others who, by their travels, inspired me to want to see more, including:

Earl and Ersel Fath, of Chrisman, Illinois. After a hugely successful career in Geology, working with the U.S. Geological Survey and in oil fields around the world, then concluding his career as chairman of the Department of Astronomy at Carlton College, Earl and his wife Ersel retired in Chrisman where they became close friends with my Grandpa and Grandma Rogers. On one trip, they brought Trudy and I the most beautiful bracelets from Thailand. I still have both of our bracelets and the sweet box in which they came.

And,

My Uncle Dick, Aunt Dot, and her sister, Miriam. They traveled the world and made going to far-away places a little less scary, and, as Miriam once said to me, “why not?”

So here we go. In some little weird and wonderful way, I feel they are going with us and cheering us on to discovery and fun. And, Why not?

*I found this obituary for Earl Fath to be fascinating. It is so much fun thinking of Earl and Ersel again, and to call their name out after so many years. https://rock.geosociety.org/net/documents/gsa/memorials/v08/Fath-AE.pdf

Earth Day 2023

Earth Day. Trudy’s birthday.

I tried not to think too much about today and it being Trudy’s birthday and fittingly, Earth Day. But too many mystical tugs and sweet remembrances from friends made it impossible for me to not write about the beauty of Trudy and the beauty of our Earth.

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