by Anne Gallot, Heart’s Home Permanent Member
Back home in France, after having spent two and a half weeks in New York, I feel only thankfulness for all I experienced there. Those few days allowed me to live a miracle: my heart opened up a bit more to a culture, to a people!
Since the moment I arrived, even though everything was new, I really felt at home. Every street in New York reminded me of all those American series we can see on the Frech television. But what really helped me feel home indeed were two things :
On the one hand, the fact of spending those few days with friends (the members of the American Heart’s Home) who love the land and the people who live there, spared me many a bias. Through my questioning, sometimes silently, I was immediately inserted into their deep and respectful gaze.
On the other hand, a shock: the shock of suffering. By visiting the 9/11 Memorial, I had been particularly immersed into the suffering of a whole nation, into the suffering of our time, into the suffering that has neither place nor time… And this horror of the absurd, of death, of incomprehension, of loneliness, is my suffering; it is the suffering of all of my friends in Brazil, in France or in Switzerland; it is the suffering which makes me cry towards the Lord. This emptiness bears witness to my thirst for His loving Presence. Through this experience in NYC, I came to understand that always and everywhere He is, and in Him I am home everywhere and always.