I would love to talk about my own pilgrimage in this world
of London. The places I have not been during the years of exhaustion and where
I more than willingly go now. I had Ethiopian lunch at Greenwich market, been
inspired by the golden fingered artisans, who are all first class sales
assistants, all very professional, not pushy, but genuinely friendly. I was
taken to lovely interior shops, where I adored the hand crafted door knobs and
coat hangers. And the lovely cup of tea by the smallest coffee table I have
ever seen in a small cafeteria just off the market.
And this morning, the joy when I woke up and realised even
though I am in London I don’t have to get up and go to work on a Monday morning
was such an amazing piece of restoration.
As pilgrims yearn for forgiveness I am thirsting for the restoration of
my love affair with England. As small drips of water flows into me the life I
have never had in this place. A life that consist free time, a life that is not
based on constant exhaustion and a life that is sustaining itself, not only
gives, but receives as well, a Pilgrim’s Progress.
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