I visited one of my favorite spots in the world this weekend. The campus of the University of Notre Dame. More specifically, the grotto there. It is modeled on the one in Lourdes, France. Built in 1896, it is a place of quiet grace--sometimes referred to as "the cave of candles." Approaching it, you feel the warmth. There is an unspoken sense of healing, peace and forgiveness here. Visitors light candles "offering up" their prayers to our lady--as intercessor to her son.Each time I visit, I am so moved by the flowers, prayer cards, photos, tears. There are no
egos here. It is a haven of humility. There are seldom any words being exchanged by visitors. I've been here in the rain--as a grandfatherly man sat on a bench praying the rosary, with two labs sitting faithfully by his side as it poured on them all. His young grandson, dressed in pajamas ran in and about the grotto, lighting candles. His grandfather didn't seem to notice--his tears mixed with the rain. His pain was palpable to passers by. I pray for him this time when I visit--and often when I think back on that scene.I've been here in spring (this time) with flowers in full bloom, church goers and visitors weaving about each other in silence. Pausing, Praying. I've been here in cold--with my sisters hugging, because it seems the natural thing to do here. I've been here with m
y son.Each time I've visited, I've been with my Mom. And I always think about how blessed I am to be here with "both my Moms." There is never enough time here. I just want to sit and adore. I just want everyone to experience this peace. Because then things would be so very, very different.
