Even a walk to the shop may be a journey, spiritual journey of course.
One Saturday autumn afternoon, we set out to the countryside, north of Bialystok. It is only 30 minutes’ drive from the downtown, and we set off to to see all these melancholic, beautiful landscapes – gentle, small green hills; yellow, green, red and brown pine, fir, birch and larch groves; cozy and picturesque villages with their tiny wooden houses, and gentle autumn sun.
I hope you will forgive me this truism, but in such beauty one gets sure that God exists. In every kind of beauty.