London calling
This was a long, long day, starting in a cool, drizzly Chartres and ending in the bosom of what I still think is the world’s best city. I’m starting to get sleep deprived, because...
Author: Chris Bounds
Chartres and the last day in France
It rained overnight in Paris, and I didn’t really feel like a run after only six hours sleep. In fact, it took about an hour to reorganize everything, along with the hand washing I...
A day on a California Cruiser
What a fantastic day! It is the sort of thing that I would probably only do alone, because Paula would have very sensibly said that one bike tour was enough. But I had a...
A boulevardier, bien sur
Just to prove I’m here… I’m sitting at a table outside the Cafe Central, trying to be very cool as I eat alone. It’s a very long time since a did this, and while...
Paris at last
I was genuinely sad to leave Issoudun. The enormous fun we had outside the sessions in the group was fantastic, the meals were convivial with lots of sharing, and the La Cognette adventure was...
Day six, a last day thinking about Our Lady
This entry won’t be long because it is very much focused on the spirituality of the OLSH sisters, and while its is clear that the Chevalier Family is on some kind of a journey...
Day five: a journey to the sacred heart
This day was really a reflection on how our journey can be influenced by Chevalier’s journey. Hans and Johannes presented some good historical and biographical data on which to draw contemporary conclusions. It was...
More from Day Four
Never be discouraged: we are building a basilica out of a barn… That was indeed a great quote, adapted freely from Fiona. Most of the rest of day four was concerned with discussing how...
Day four: into the heavy stuff!
These are not travelers tales, because the content has been very heay all day. I have thirty pages of notes and reflections from the day and more going on in the brain than I...
To develop a heart that sees
I got quite excited yesterday when we found the pilgrim shell in the road near the old abbey. It somehow connected the Issoudun experience with the idea of journey of faith, something I have...