And a chance meeting sets the seeds of change?
The day started out so beautiful and sunny. It set the energy of the day and I enjoyed a long day of walking. As I walked through the woods I came across Yannick, rising from his tent. We exchanged pleasantries.
“Bonjour. Ce va?”
“Oui, ce va?”
“Oui. Bonne walk” .
A few bends down the path , under the Spruce trees dappled morning light, I hear music through the trees. It’s a clarinet playing Les Brubeck’s, Take Five. What a gift! A few kilometers on I stopped at a pilgrim rest stop for some refreshment. Yannick showed up a little while later. He spoke about his clarinet being cold in the night on the Aurbrac. He played me a romantic French song. I then shared with him my artwork, viewing the portfolio on my iPhone. I spoke to him about the great Pacific garbage patch and the evils of single use plastic. Not an easy conversation when speaking with someone and we don’t share a native tongue. We parted ways and as I continued Down Gods Highway (The Way of St. James) I felt strong and happy that I was able to share my gospel about reuse, recycle, while rediscovering myself.