This week I walked to Emmaus.
Not literally, but the much-awaited retreat spoke a lot about the journey. And it has been a journey.
We had the privilege of visiting two of my most beloved places before the retreat began - Ottawa and Kingston. We visited, went to question period at the House of Commons, ate beavertails, visited some more, explored and enjoyed a great deal of good food.
More than anything however, I was reminded of how rich I am for all of the good and solid friendships that I have made along the way of my journey.
