I wondered if I should make the pilgrimage this past week from the Shrine of the Martyrs to St. Ignace, the site of the mission where St. Jean de Brebeuf was tortured and killed. I was unsure if I could walk five kilometers but had brought my walking stick and decided that I would. What I forgot to bring was a pair of socks so I ended up getting two blisters.
As I mentioned earlier, the bus driver dropped us off earlier than he should have so the walk ended up being longer than five km. I am glad that I did it. I asked the woman I was walking with if I could do the first kilometer in silence so that I could pray for my intentions. Each step I took became a prayer for the people in my life, the ministries I am involved in, and my desires. Later, the prayers became filled with gratitude for blessings received.
Anna, who I was walking with, and I did chat from time to time. As the sun came out and the humidity rose, we began to fade. A cool breeze at one point refreshed us. The walk was along a well-forested path made for walking, running, and cycling. This splash of colour leapt out at me at one point, fuchsia flowers twinkling still with the morning raindrops.
I think that the slow pilgrimage through these fifty fabulous years has always been one sensing the beautiful Mystery around me. I am not sure how the intentions of my pilgrimage will unfold. I prayed for many of you as I walked and my hope is that your personal needs will be met in the days ahead. The Martyrs’ lives are shining examples of living without counting the cost and all for the glory of God. May each step I make be ones that honour the One to whom I am walking towards.
Peace,
Suzanne
PS: I have decided not to take my laptop with me as it is unlikely that there will be internet access where I am going to be for the next few days which means that I won't post any blogs for the next couple of days unless I do short ones from my blackberry.
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