Sainte-terre: Saunter: Walk with God
Every pilgrimage begins and ends at home. We go out in search of something, someone, some peace and with the grace of God return safely to home, to ourselves, to lovers, to love. This is what I believe home to be, what I want it to be, my prayer. The footsteps I make are prayers, my words written are prayers, the art I create is in prayer. I am full of prayer to find that home. The image becomes clearer as I go. Each day brings new definition, some days bring some desperation too, but always lessons to learn. New pages to turn in some dusty old tome in an ancient language. My soul is hungry for this, devouring well worn wisdoms and crisp poetry alike. Speaking of beauty and illumination. Bring me back to my self.
