Annunciation Pilgrimage


Once, long ago, many would come on this feast day to St. Mary, Hautbois . Today, there was just me and, if not a host, there was a least, "a scattering of golden daffodils, beneath the trees". I came and prayer and remembered using the Hail Mary of Raymond Lull

And I am not sure that I was wandering lonely. I had, rather, strode manfully, through the village and along the disused railway line with plenty of time to ponder on the way.

Thoughts about:

predestination and the permanents way




















The primrose path that leads to the everlasting bonfire. 




And about the Lamb of God

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