Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there’s
a tree, or a wood,
or a magic city.
– Excerpt from ‘the door’ by Mirsolav Holub, translated by Ian and Jarmila Milner, et al.
After my five fabulous weeks in the UK, I’m on holiday now in Calgary with family and friends. Every morning I wake up and open the door and discover what the day holds. There has been picnicking in the park, tennis matches, walks along the river, a visit to the zoo, monopoly games and bowling, a baptism to celebrate, godchildren to cuddle, and time happily spent with so many of the ones I love.
And today: a visit to the mountains. My dad and I drove through gorgeous Kananaskis country and along the Spray Lakes. I was enthralled.
We met a few few friends along the way
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On Wed, Aug 14, 2019, 10:14 PM Love, the driving force: a journey of discernment wrote:
> Sarah Rudolph, IBVM posted: “Home sweet home Go and open the door. > Maybe outside there’s a tree, or a wood, a garden, > or a magic city. – Excerpt from ‘the door’ by Mirsolav Holub, translated by > Ian and Jarmila Milner, et al. After my five fabulou” >