Heaven is a ceaseless approaching to God through Christ… As we walk with Jesus in this life , we may be filled with His love, satisfied with His presence.
EG White (1827-1915 American author. Desire of Ages pg 331)
It was 11am and we were cycling in the city of Reggio.
I was jealous, a little yellow
Not about the architecture or the large well stocked street markets in the well proportioned squares
But about the people.
They stopped.
They greeted.
They lingered.
They looked at each other.
They touched!
I wanted to talk too and be talked to!
We are foreign .
We are strangers.
We are travelling.
Then a yellow autumn leaf fell on my helmit
Slipped onto my handlebars and I thought.
I love travelling being neither here nor there BUT
A little sad and lonely today.
Sandy🥲
A market in the square.
What is that church?
More of the same or different?
I think we will leave the people of Reggio .
Their green, white and red. The Tricolore.
Their palest of buildings, gray and light beige and a combination of these. Then sudden sienna. I liked what I saw but it was the yellow leaf that brought me joy.
Thank you for spending a little time with me in the city of Reggio, as I road through/pushed my bike in its streets.
Sandy 🙂
PS Here are some quotes about friends.
Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.
Unknown
A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.
Unknown
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Anais Nin(1903 -1977 French born -American novelist)
Beautiful Sandy! I could feel the atmosphere there Lovely travels x
Thank you!!! Such a compliment to know you felt it. Safe home coming and enjoy!!
This post is a work of art! Beautiful, thoughtful, deep! xx
Thank you Shelly. How kind.XX That elderly lady reminded me of mom if she had lived long enough.
You’ve captured so many beautiful things on your trip, but I really love the honesty of this post. There’s something about watching people in other countries that makes you feel a complex mix of longing and separation. I felt this walking in Paris. I longed to be part of the city and not just visiting it, but my awareness of self felt big and profound. The photo of the man in red surrounded by such splendor fit the theme of your post so well.
Thank you Bridgette. I am glad you felt the same in Paris. I don’t feel so alone with my feelings.
I love your thoughts and obeservations of the people connection. We are strangers and pilgrims it seems…
We are! It was a moment I want to remember . We need to know how to welcome strangers and be safe.
A beautiful poem! Touch is so important and as you say not found so much in our sterile society!