I have always loved my solitude; I am an introvert at heart. But I also value meaningful connection. Here in the city of Amsterdam, I have enjoyed crossing bridge after canal bridge on my own. The eye does not want for beauty here - not for a single moment in any direction of the city. The narrow buildings and houses with their ornate, colorful doors are so inviting, and have kept my interest almost entirely. And yesterday, I joined the locals on a rented bike and not a dull moment was had flying through the streets at a most terrifying speed - you have to pedal fast to keep traffic flowing. (Bikes pretty much replace cars here). If you pedal tentatively, scooters, bikes and cars will politely but very swiftly cut you off - which happened repeatedly to me, even when I thought I was pedaling pretty darn fast. There are traffic lights just for bikes, and odd little rules of the road I know nothing about, so I had people ringing their bicycle bells at me, as well as tapping me on the shoulder to cue me up. I think my jaw was clenched for much of the 3 hour duration of the ride, and all the same, the experience was absolutely exhilarating. After hours of aimless wandering on the bicycle, I did find myself craving connection. I whispered a prayer about my loneliness into the wind and thought back on the conversation Henry and I had that morning. Am I learning something? If so, what?
About two blocks after my prayer, I happened into an alleyway with a most impressive church sandwiched between all the houses. It was Gothic in appearance and clearly Catholic. I didn't hesitate to park my bike and wander in. The familiar smell of candles burning comforted me instantly -- as did gazing on the most beautiful pieta I have ever seen. And there it was: I am not alone. Just as I'd told Henry the day he started school only two weeks ago, "Just remember, you are never alone. God goes with you wherever you go." And indeed, in that moment, I recalled my own advice.
Well, from the courtyard outside my hotel room, I can hear the voices and laughter of happy, Dutch school children calling me out into courageous exploration once again.
Until Next Time!
Love from Amsterdam,
Shannon
xoxoxoxo
oh how i love your words!
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