My favourite place

Last week was my eighth time in Taizé. And, despite the place feeling so very familiar by now, the week was filled with uniquely fresh encounters and experiences. Such a refreshing experience!

Life back home hasn't become any easier. The money worries are still very real, Mom's health is less and less stable, and my back pains are back. Even so, I know that I'm not alone in any valley of the shadow of death. Everything belongs.

J liked his first time in Taizé very much too. We are both touched deeply by "Beati voi poveri". How's that for a mutual Theme Song?!