“Mother Maria Gysi, one of the founders of the Monastery of the Assumption, Whitby, dreamed that she was a “a big, square, rough old house; there was no glass in the windows, all very poor. But a lamp burning night and day for anyone who would come for a night or longer into one of the rooms — not to me. I would hardly know who was there. . . I was just the house, a place of welcome and warmth and infinite compassion — being one with each inwardly, demanding nothing, teaching nothing — above all no judging or categories or piousity of any kind, but the light every night showing the way.”
“I think we must ask ourselves: do we work like that? And are we the sort of people that people would want to get to know?” Fr Erik laughs.”
From the CHURCH TIMES article by Madeleine Davies
The salt from Kalaallit Nunaat (Greenland) is coloured with berries and herbs
The salt from Guerande is mixed with seaweed
Brittany is home to me and Kalaallit Nunaat (Greenland) is home to our friends Terto, Paninnguaq, Saamik, Abia, and their family. They sent it as a present made with berries and herbs collected far from inhabited regions. May it remind us how many ways there are to be the salt of the Earth… and to trust that we all find a recipe very much our own.
To Saamik, who left but not without reinforcing the ties of friendship. Rest in our Love
Long life is a blessing, but even the longest lives are brief… maybe we overdo our concern for the length of our lives and give insufficient attention to the passion brought to whatever time was had.
The meaning and purpose of life are great mysteries, and in that light a very brief life, of only minutes, can be full and rounded. The soul has appeared in the flesh; then it returns to its home of origin.
A life has been lived.
Maybe we don’t achieve something grand and heroic in the days of our lives. Fame and achievement may not be our destiny. It may be sufficient to be here, to open our hearts, take in what is offered, make our contribution at whatever level is granted, and gracefully depart.
L’année dernière j’ai visité l’église Saint Gervais Saint Protais de Gisors et j’y ai trouvé beaucoup de sujets d’émerveillement, parmi eux de grandes toiles. Pour me souvenir du nom de l’artiste j’ai photographié son message. Cette année aux jARTdins de Montagny où j’exposais mon travail avec 61 autres artistes, j’ai vu dans un des jardins le même personnage qui m’avait touchée dans l’église de Gisors, et j’ai pu rencontrer son dessinateur Brigitte Breyton et je crois pouvoir dire qu’une amitié avait déjà commencé à Gisors qui est née à Montagny.