A few weeks ago I was on a tour bus in France on a pilgrimage to the caves of Maria Magdalena. I could feel the love of spirit filling me in such a way that I started vibrating with an energy that was so big the only way it would come out was through the shedding of tears.
What I learned from this pilgrimage is that the good road is a road of love.
It is a reminder that we don’t have to rush to fix what feels broken to us.