No one lights a lamp and covers it with a jar or puts it under a bed, puts on a chandelier instead, because those who enter may see the light. There is nothing hidden except to be revealed, nothing secret that will not be known and come to full light. (Luke 8. 16-18)
'm over at Monte Castello. I look from here to the Tofane and I can not help but think of how small we are in front of Nature (not only the Icelanders are). I think if I got this far, spitting and wind energy, but there must be a reason. Of course it is not nothing, not even vinegar. But today, rising in the mist, I saw the light up here. It was a bright light, not too strong, but clear, clean, as only on certain days of autumn can be. Maybe it was a sign of fate, maybe not. But I believe, to be called to something more than just a trip, to a path of purification and renewal. Maybe it was you, Father, guide my steps. Just as when, in front of the vertical ladders of suddenly equipped, I did not felt to stand on it without harness. And we have strayed on the scree. Eventually, the path that brought us to the mountain hut, the thermometer was 3 ° C, but did not seem cold. The sun surrendered its last rays on the walls of granite above us, rose displays that reflected his heat.
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