Salut! Yesterday I crossed over the Loire and now I am in Saint-Haon-le-Chatel. This is a really pretty place. With old streets, a city wall, a Romanesque church and medieval houses. Very narrow and winding, it is here. And all very planted. Really nice. This is the absolute setting for a medieval movie. It is even Bats give. But having cleared away, because it's raining, raining, raining. Now for four days. So, yesterday it was all about, as the afternoon came from the sun.
communal Here in the Gite I retrieve an Internet connection. The best way I start where I have aufgehoert last time, when Floetenkonzert in the granary of Cluny. That was really great. Three musicians who have played fantastic. So, I think I must be there but something better in order to be able to store grain in a concert. That was great already. When I came back, the other two pilgrims have been sleeping. Two women from Germany, who came from Toul and exit now Cluny in their pilgrimage. I I met them at breakfast. Hach, which was good. For the first time since Belfort again a conversation in German. That was a very different conversation than to Thomas and Marie. We had an immediate wave length, although the two are slightly older than my parents. But that does not matter. Gabi and Marion called them and they are two very dear. They come from Bonn and have met at a French course at the adult school. Then they started to make pilgrimages. They are very interested and have seen a lot together. Now the stage of Lorraine, Burgundy was my turn. Behind Dijon they came on my path and then have pretty much looked the same as me. It was really exciting with the two. Really pity that they have aufgehoert in Cluny.
Pretty soon after beginning to Cluny the mountains. Sainte-Cecile in Oroux we move on and start the 14-kilometer climb to the Mont-Saint-Rigaud. Imagine the times before, 14 miles! A beautiful landscape with fantastic views. It was always up on. And the steady increase may get used to. He was not as pronounced as they are of the Mont-Saint-Odile. On Thursday afternoon I was on top. The Mont-Saint-Rigaud is 1009 meters high and has a forty-meter high observation tower. On the eve of the summit will help it a sacred pilgrimage source their water from arthritis. Joint pain, then, is not bad, do they always times when one pilgrimage. I like drinking and I make up my bottle, but I must say, the holy water tastes like feet fallen asleep. Well, if it is holy, because you want to say anything. Then I climbed the observation tower. On a clear day you will see from there the Mont Blanc, the highest mountain in France. But it was unfortunately not seen.
On the mountain I had a very fantastic experience. After my trip up the tower I was down on the grass. Simple, to rest. And somehow I turned at once to my stomach. Doing otherwise never actually. Yes, and I felt the power of this mighty mountain has flowed through me. By hands, by the arms and then through the whole body. This was a crazy feeling. I was on top of the mountain and the mountain has given me his strength. I've heard of these things, but never believed it. So, that was crazy. One must have experienced it.
With the new motor I would have relaxed to go the six miles to the pilgrims in azoles can. But I have two days had been working to get to this mountain. Since I did not want to be right back down. And then I have decided to sleep up there. I had never slept namely on a thousand meters high mountain. And this is only in the summer, when outside at night is still warm. It was also almost full moon. Ideal conditions then. And I've seen the night of nights. I was completely one with nature. With the mountain, the moon, the stars and the water from the holy spring. When it was light, yet the wind came up and it was uncomfortably cold. Since then I am in the morning at five climbed the tower and have eingehuellt in my sleeping bag a spectacle of nature experiences, it was just terrific. In the East, it was cloudy and quite bright, but from the West, where it was getting really dark, black rain clouds came up. It was really exciting to see whether the sun rises even before the clouds are there. She has made it more real. And I jumped jubilantly around with my sleeping bag on the tower to greet the sun. That after that I'm back now was totally wet, I really do not care. It was worth it. In the next place in Propières, I then first in a cafe-au-lait warmed and dried.
Behind Les Echarmeux still got three mountains, but I have coped remarkably loose. Although it was pouring like crazy. It was pretty up and down. But I'm beginning to tackle and found it no longer so difficult. Just a few weeks ago I would have this piece driven to despair. If I had known in Darmstadt, how exhausting it all is, I definitely would not head off. But now I have a whole new attitude towards it. The way was now something of an enemy that must be overcome. Now I've learned that even I myself am a part of the road. The road loses its terror. In Seriously, I have no more jitters before it's too far and that I did not make it. This is a crazy experience. I've never been so strong and my confidence has never been so great. Hm, that sounds pretty wicked now safely. But there are such experiences. Among the texts that I wrote in my notebook pilgrim, belongs the Canticle of St. Francis. I thought I'd take him in the evening in Le Cergne and prayed. Brother Sun and Sister Moon. Likewise, I have experienced it. The mountain is my big brother who helped his little sister Julie. And the rain clouds that have me for the hot days again been really wet, belong to the family.
Although it might now actually be good. The dearest relatives are the ones that go again. La Cergne I'm just in the rain gone Charlieu, where I have come to have private accommodation. I was quite on Saturday morning there and had time to visit two monasteries, which are now museums. The elderly, Saint-Fortunat, was one of the 1000 Unterkloester of Cluny. As in the Romanesque church of Cluny are only a few radicals. But they are significant. The west portal has, the earlier Majesté. Majesté called the representation of Christ in the midst of the four beasts of the Apocalypse. This is in the Romanesque often. But just for the very first time Charlieu This is something special. And then there's the narthex are left with a very rich Portal. Which was created later and you see the influence of Cluny. Do you know yet what I have written about the capitals in the grain storage? have that the figures were fluttering robes? Yes, and the figures in Charlieu these garments also. But here the much longer with the flapping. The figures seem to move correctly and alive. It is said that the sculptor was a student of the monk, who made the capitals of Cluny. He should have had the ambition, much better than his teacher. Whether he was really better, I do not know. He has the style evolved, which was invented by the teacher. He succeeded super. And very sweet is the paschal lamb that is top of the sheet. A real sheep wool. But out of stone.
On Sunday I was at Mass in the beautiful church of Charlieu. And since I had another one of those eye-opening experience. In the reading of Elias was talk of the 40 days has passed through the desert to the mountain of God, Horeb. Yes, and if I leave out the rest days time, I went from home to my mountain of God, and approximately 40 days. Elias has received from his mountain also power. Although he actually was about to die. I think there are simply experiences that one makes when one pilgrimage 40 days. But the amazing thing is that right now it's history as Elias was reading it.
So, once the sun comes out again. I'm still a bit of Saint-Haon.
Bisou
vôtre Julie
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