Iron Gate at Chaindon Church

It had been a long two weeks, and my nerves were frazzled no end. I could feel the tingles crawling over my scalp as fatigue overtook me; the double espresso I'd just downed having really no effect at all.

As I drove home from the hospital, my eyes fell upon this ancient church I've long wished to visit. High up on a grassy knoll, half surrounded by towering, regal trees, it stands as a beacon... but of what I couldn't say. I found myself turning left at the intersection, driving up into green fields and pulling the car to a stop. There were people at home who needed me - but at this moment, I needed me more. I needed the silence of wind whispering through trees, the eery calm of an empty, seemingly desolate cemetary.

I will share more pictures with you this week - snapshots of an inner revival and utter peace.

Stopping by the Cathedral in Holderbank, Switzerland, we ate ice cream as we walked a friendly labyrinth out front.

And then walked quietly into the holiness of this unique Roman Catholic Church.



For you, Theresa...







This clock is exactly the same as the one seen on the It's a Small World ride at Disneyland in Anaheim, California. Who would've thought? In all my travels, I've never come across one like this, and it just served to underpin my daily declaration that ... I live in Disneyland!

Some people like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path.

- Jean Anouilh

little bird girl at the boat house

I glanced left while passing through a holy sanctuary and found myself flooded in light

traveler's snapshot: life just down the road

Lac Léman by a burgeoning artist

This is your future, beautiful girl. Wherever you sail, I will be watching. Whatever sunrise, whatever sunset calls to your heart, it will be my hands pressed to your back as you journey toward it.

This is your day. This is a first step of many steps. This is freedom.

Happy Graduation.