Tro Menez Are – May 25, 2017

Once again we joined several thousand others in a hiking event which supports bilingual Breton schooling.

We generally avoid crowds so it is always a bit strange for us to be among so many people.  It is similar to driving on the autoroute—somebody wants to pass, I can hear them breathing, is it OK to pass on the right, hey where is everybody, oh, they’ve stopped for lunch (including thermoses of coffee).  On the whole though, there is a very good mentality at this event.

When looking at the circuits planned for this year, I hesitated between the 15-16km and the 20-22km, but reasonably reminded myself that I rarely walk long distances and it would not be a good idea to overestimate my strength.  Upon arrival at the sign-up, there were signs to that effect—hot weather today, do not overestimate yourself.  I think the 20-22km trail would have been much more in the open since it featured the landes.  We walked the orange route—15.7 km.

We enjoyed wooded areas, sunken paths, rivers with large chaotic rocks, villages, fields.  We could smell peat, hay, pine, a general sweetness at times, gorse, roses, …

On the up-slopes I said to myself we are doing our Ascension.  I repeated to myself the phrase “le goût de l’effort”—a taste for effort, which is something we need to cultivate.  We already have enough couch potatoes.

Body parts complained, however they had no choice but to get on with it.

There were plenty of occasions to practice love, forgiveness, freeing oneself from prejudice. Mostly on the inside.

At one point we passed three pale-skinned boys, aged 11-13 years I imagine, who called out “Hello”.  My husband replied with hello.  I was thinking here we are in France at an event organized by Breton speakers and they are addressing strangers in English, this must be a game of sorts like waving at cars from the overpass.  So I said assalaamou ‘alaïkum.  Silence.  And then when about 2 meters had gone by, I heard a small high-pitched voice answer wa ‘alaïkum assalaam.  Inwardly I rejoiced at this example of opening, awareness, of other cultures.  It reinforced my hope for the world to change, for there to be more love between us all.  Today I ask myself why didn’t I go back and talk to them?

There were mounds of moss rounding rocks, stately oak, chestnut, uphill, downhill, stony bits, boggy bits, smooth and carpeted with leaves—a preparation of sorts for upcoming Ramadan fasting.

We persevered and were rewarded with a snack, a drink and a souvenir.  We treated ourselves to an authentic Breton buckwheat crêpe.  The hardest part was the uphill trudge across an open field to get back to our car.  When we got home, we saw 29.9°C on our thermometer which soon went up over 30°. Way too hot for me!

The best sign: retour des marcheurs (hikers’ return)


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About djdfr

Daily life experiences by a Franco-American woman living in the Breton countryside form the basics of this blog. Gardening, watercolour, choral music, food, are some of my interests. I seek to balance the physical, mental and spiritual. I am a free believer praying from the Bible, the Qur’an and The Revelation of Arès. In 1974, with Jesus as the messenger, and in 1977, manifesting as a stick of light, Our Creator spoke directly to a man in Arès, France, named Michel Potay. The message is in the book “The Revelation of Arès”. It is a call for us to change, to practice love, peacemaking, forgiveness, to free ourselves from all prejudice, to develop our spiritual intelligence, the intelligence of the heart.

2 responses to “Tro Menez Are – May 25, 2017”

  1. fatoscan says :

    Congratulations for your walk. You are a real sweet heart, so kind of you greeting the boys with their language.I hope the world , the politicians will learn to be friends.
    With love, Fatos

    • djdfr says :

      Actually, I don’t know what their native language is. I could have found out if I had gone back and talked to them, but I didn’t think of that until I was home.

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