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.
Aren't they so beautiful? They were on nearly every grave.
I feel the same when I read your posts about your family's history. 🙂
It is a wonderful gift. I still haven't posted about being in the famous Chartres Cathedral but this little chapel did its job well.
I don't know! 🙂 Because we stopped soooo many times, to buy wine, to pick up a sweater, to go look at this or that…it took two and a half hours. I think it might take two if we can figure out a way to avoid the traffic in Montpellier. It is worth the drive!
So grateful for all of your support, Leslie. Thank you.