Every time I go to a new place, I make it mine by walking. I never feel properly settled until I’ve acquainted myself with the kind of houses people live in, the volume of birdsong, the smell of the air, the quality of light, the colors of the flowers.
Here on the Central Coast, the ice plant are in bloom–resurrection yellow, Easter egg pink–and everywhere sway lavish stands of purple Pride-of-Madeira.
“And if our whole lives have to be made subject to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, if we desire to make all his words as far as possible our guide in the circumstances of our life, this will only be possible if we make creating silence an integral part of our life.”
–Servant of God Madeleine Delbrêl
“This is where we must find the secret of that kind of will that is found among all the saints: to treat God as God, to diminish God in no way. To know at once that he surpasses all that we can say about him and that he will always therefore be for us a ‘hidden’ God.”
—Father Bernard Bro, O.P.
I hope I hear God when he clears his throat.
Well clearly flowers are one form of God clearing his throat…
"Every time I go to a new place, I make it mine by walking. I never feel properly settled until I've acquainted myself with the kind of houses people live in, the volume of birdsong, the smell of the air, the quality of light, the colors of the flowers."
Now, THIS is a recipe for an unforgettable vacation. These words should be written on the inside cover of every tourist guide.