This weekend Lutgart and I had the honor of traveling to Belgium to see our nephew Jasper and his lady Lien get married in Aalst. We have roots in Belgium since my wife is Flemish. To think we were at the hospital shortly after he was born to our best friends Jesse and Karleen makes me pause. Once again I realize how short our existence is and to appreciate the beauty of the moments as they arrive. The wedding was on Saturday and we went to bed at 3 a.m. I was up at 7.45 and decided to walk the land. Though it may lack the drama of Germany still...something is there, a quiet restlessness and beauty that I failed on more than one occasion to connect to. On Sunday morning however I walked the path Jesse and I have been down several times, alone and in solitude. This time I stopped and listened and this time I was rewarded...Flemish lands.
