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Phototime Tuesday : Empty  At the Back of Mont St Michel Normandy, France Submitted to Phototime Tuesday: Empty This was taken last June 2003, from the back of Mont St Michel, a monastery in France. We planned to join the pilgrims to walk to the next island before high tide (notice the change in colors of the stonewalls? Water level reaches varying heights at given periods of the year). But decided against it at the last minute. Normally, at daybreak and before sunset, pilgrims cross on foot to the next island to reach Mont St Michel and back. Their faith leads them to believe that walking across the sea empties their souls of sin and also becomes an intercession for their sick relatives whose pictures they carry in their pockets. To empty ourselves with transgressions, we realized we didn't have to cross the channel. By communing with nature, by being one with our master, by being at peace with ourselves, we felt that was enough emptying. After several minutes, the place was empty of people who already started their walk, we were left behind. The place was empty but we felt the fullness of life. Bookmark this post on:
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