Salut! Here I am again. This was a violent week in the Franche-Comté. Lonely and exhausting. And in the second half I had a full program thunderstorms. But it gave me a lot. For the night before last, I at the Trappist spent in the Abbaye d'Acey did, I became aware that the days were a way to silence before, has found its climax in the monastery. Now I'm in Dole and here in the Cyber Café runs the contrast. It is time again transferred this price cycle race, which was recently in the vicinity of Belfort. The reporter is very excited. Well, that should even go to the Schweigemoenchen. Tomorrow I will still remain in Dole, I once again forced to be a rest day. For my left eye has somehow ignited, because I always have from the early afternoon the sun again. Here I walk around here dressed up like a light abrasive owl, with a large sunglasses and a Basecape. I go tomorrow morning for times Ophthalmologist and hearing what he says.
The rest day is also important because after the mudslinging, which I have organized the many forest trails, be sure to wash again. At first it was really good with the weather. Lots of sun, but not too hot. Pleasant. On Wednesday, temperatures have gone up again. Well, really I realized it yet, because I had already been achieved since the forest. So, by Wednesday it was about. But on Thursday and Friday, oh, oh, oh, went off the violent thunderstorms. Wow, that was something of crass. This has crashed incredibly loud. Determined three times a day is as a storm came. And what a storm and rain. Hoho. I had a hell of fear, are taken from a branch or by lightning. Clear, in the woods. If again anrollte a storm, I had a look in the guide where the next village and I am there to me to find a bus shelter. But the storms were usually faster than me. And I was wet again and had to detour. So, I would say that the Asso-franc comtoise the Camino has led so very nice about forest trails. But if all are softened, you will find a paved road also very cool. At some point, I was then totally do not care. anyway, everything has become dirty.
It was again quite extreme, and the distances between the hostels are not the shortest. In most cases, Sun 25 to 30 kilometers. But the hotels were good. Total good people. The Asso Franche-Comté has set up a great phone support. Since you can call and get very different quarters taught. This was once a normal Gite, then once a farm, private quarters, a monastery and a religious education center. I have always had a shower and can chat with my hosts.
The highlight of the week was the Abbaye d'Acey. This is a Cistercian abbey, which is still under construction so typical the way the monks a monastery have initially imagined. The Cistercians in the 11th Century Benediktinertum renewed, in which they have returned to an original severity. Trappist monks live here, a group of Cistercians, who are still ascetic, because they have committed themselves to silence. And so is their church is built. It's simple and plain, nothing superfluous in it. Only what you need to celebrate a worthy service. No tower, no decorations on the pillars, nothing. All very simple. Great! A couple of years the church has new windows, which are very modern, but totally well with the severity. They are really just white gray as the Cistercian robes and have black bars, where you can think what they mean.
I am a long time in the church and just quietly sitting there. My violin playing here would not have fit. Four times I was in the Liturgy of the Hours of the monks. There are fixed times of prayer and the time when I was there, I was able to attend the Vespers, Compline, the vigil and Lauds. And immediately after Lauds also at the fair with Jakobustag. This is a very different rhythm than how I have it. Compline is at a quarter to eight. Then go to sleep all, because the day starts at quarter to four with the vigil again. That was fascinating, four in the morning in the dark almost go to church to hear the Gregorian chant of the monks and experience in how the room was getting brighter. And to James, even hard. I let everything affect me and just amazed.
Then there was a breakfast, which was fabulous. At seven, we return to the Lauds and Mass in St. James the church met. As a pilgrim, I was able to present the reading. A sentence from Paul's letter to me still remember: "Terrace, mais non annihilés." We are thrown to the ground, but not destroyed. How many times I slipped in recent days in the mud. And then I stand with my muddy trousers as pilgrims in the Abbey Church and read from it. Awesome! And the monks have looked down at me and grinned broadly correct.
The monks get with incredibly much. They radiate so much warmth. Here's a smile, a wink there, there a wink and then the wide grin when reading. I think they liked me because I was interested in their lives.
about the silence on the way I have also previously been thought. In my notebook I had pilgrims namely listed a few phrases that I liked as a pilgrim impulse. One verse reads:
. "Go,
your steps will be your words, the way your song
Your silence will finally speak to you
And then your amazement your worship.."
On long because of me, this statement is again covered. Well, a muddy forest track is perhaps not my song. For so bad I can not sing, yes. But my silence has really spoken to me. And it has brought me to wonder. It was a good week.
Bisou
vôtre Julie
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