Last weekend, I went for a walk in this gorgeous old church, poking around the fountain, chapel, back stairs and garden. I closed my eyes, breathed in deep against the heat and humidity of such a space in the one-hundred-fifty year-old building, and thought, perhaps I was where I needed to be.
The small community was sitting in the gardens and in the chapel and near the fountain, enjoying the day and the people. I found myself thinking of this community and I was reminded that trusting in the inherent goodness of a journey is the best way forward. I find myself hopeful.
The thing is . . . relationships matters . . . love always wins . . . and . . . well . . . there isn’t any other way to live except into those sacred relationships and the boundless love.
Lucky for me, all that was driven into my core when I was a little girl in church. It's a gift I would like to tell other people too.