Sunday, March 26, 2017

Spring Morning

Sunday morning 8:30 AM
Clear blue sky
Clocks pushed forward an hour
Fruit trees sprinkled with pink blossoms
Willows and poplars dusted with fuzzy green
The Templar cross at the Chateau
Blesses our passing.
Spring.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

God and Rocks

You might question what God and rocks have in common. The answer is that both were part of yesterday's adventures with my friends, Maggie and Bill. First we attended home church in Septfonds. Then Maggie took us to two different dolmen sites on the outskirts of town. God and rocks...just another day in the magic that is life in France.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Notre Dame de Livron

Notre Dame de Livron
Image from the Catholic Diocese of Montauban

I went to a lovely vocal concert last evening that was held in this gorgeous church. Located at the end of a narrow, wooded valley just on the outskirts of Caylus, the church dates from the late 14th/early 15th centuries. There is a grotto which is the source of the Livron River and walking trails around the area. The spiritual center on the grounds offers space for contemplative retreats. It was an absolutely perfect venue for the 16th century baroque sacred music sung by Restoration Consort, a group of singers formed to raise funds for the restoration of the Puget organ in the Church of St. Antonin-Noble-Val.


Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Webs Everywhere

Cadrieu's spiders have been busy the past few days. Lucie and I were greeted with hundreds of webs on our morning walk today...webs in the grass, in the bushes and laced between the bare branches of the trees. 
Their delicate strands glistened with pearls of moisture as the morning fog lifted and was replaced by blue skies and brilliant sunshine. This web hung between the corner stop sign and a fence post.
How many can you count?
Reminders of the beauty of creation.

Friday, March 3, 2017

A Poem for Our Time

Rocky path to Goult
The Luberon, France
I heard a poem on a podcast this week that spoke to the very unsettled feelings I've had since the election. It felt like a tender hug and gentle encouragement. Written by Hafiz, a beloved 14th century Persian poet, the poem speaks to both individual and corporate struggle in dangerous times of broken government, broken relationships, broken systems. Let us hold hands and keep climbing.

Hafiz: A Great Need
Out
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting go.
Listen.
The terrain around here
Is far too
Dangerous
For
That.