Tonight I present to you some of the pictures from the freedom funeral march at the Bastille Day festival.
Today my wife and I made stuffed grape leaves for dinner tonight and for lunch tomorrow when our friend from India Prasad will join some of pilgrims from the Pilgrimage of Peace of the past, 2009 and of the future, 2011.
The gardens of resistance that surround my house connect these two events, Freedom March on Bastille Days and the visit from Prasad, a present-day disciple, in word and action, of Mahatma Gandhi. For I feel like a pilgrim traveling in a circle through a beautiful garden. As I travel through the garden my senses, eyes, ears, nose, taste and touch are deepened by the beautiful trees, plants and flowers in the garden. My pilgrimage through the garden helps me to understand things I need to do, like Breaking the Silence and enjoying my extraordinary experiences like the Pilgrimage of Peace to India and my ordinary ones, like making grape leaves.
A few people in my life have called me ‘pilgrim’. I was never quite sure what to make of this tag but now feel blessed to be a pilgrim in this garden of life.
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