During my week here in Montreal I am more and more convinced that it isn`t as a tourist I want to experience this world, but rather as someone who blends into everyday life with others in their world. For so long I have been an observer in life and I wonder how this draws me to being a deeper participant in any location.
Each morning at my hotel the guests gather for breakfast , a wonderful European style buffert to choose from. It is a large wooden table where 8 people sit, many are strangers. I observe how couples stay silent, a mother and her son have nothing to say to each other, and as I sit and hold this sacred space in the Light I realize how for Jesus mealtimes were often with those he didn`t know. I cannot imagine it being a time of silence. We are so afraid of what we don`t know and so we stay silent. I am waiting with the question of how does sacred space come to the table in this place, and realize how I am being asked to bring it within me wherever I go. It must be with me in my own questioning, my sitting in silence, my laughter with friends and in a quirky hotel in Old Montreal.