A sweet chapel is nestled in the valley directly across from the safari tent that we rented in the Haut-Languedoc. 1903 is carved in stone above the door.
On our last day, Hendrik, the owner of the gîtes and keeper of the chapel left the door open for us.
Inside was peace. The unadorned kind. I was moved by the skinny benches and open-armed statues within…
…and the nickel hearts marking the gravestones outside.
I walked slowly through the cemetary that held a solid current of life and joy…
…just as the echoes of faith had rung in the chapel.
Still. I wondered who the parisioners had been in such a far off place…
…and was grateful for the continuing spirit of Life all around.
Heehee–leave it to you to appreciate that!
I thought so too, Loree. And how wonderful that faith remains.
And you have found so many all over the world!
There is a nice bench outside of the churchyard too.
Yes, I think that this is a space that you would appreciate, Edgar.
Thank you so much, beautiful Marsha, I hope all is well for you…
Oops sorry about that, my computer is doing wacky things today! Here it is:
http://lostinarles.blogspot.fr/2013/07/a-fabulous-safari-tent-to-rent-in-haut.html
Hi Lin, here is the link with all of the info:
http://lostinarles.blogspot.fr/2013/07/up-trail-on-forest-walk.html
The nickel heart touched my heart…just as it touched yours…ahh to be buried with such simple love…..
I look at your photo story and I remember blessings that speak of 'deep peace' Gallivanta