Thanks to this blogger who has shared insights with me about the MAGIC of Notre-Dame-Du-Mont Carmel! It was a beautiful day…I could smell the salt that hung on the air. The sunshine was hot, but the air, somehow cool. The mosquitoes bit my calves as I stooped to try to make sense of the worn inscriptions on the stones.
At a point I gave up and literally reached out my hand and arm and spilled a blessing over all who rest there. I felt emotional and deeply connected to my family…especially my mother. I thought about my Great Grandfather as a wee babe, being baptized in this very church. I entered after purchasing a CD from a peddler out on the front steps.
Inside, I got chills…it was so gorgeous, warm and singing of history.
