"Not all those who wander are lost" - J R R Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
When I saw the itinerary for the parish pilgrimage to Lourdes I knew this would be no ordinary trip. Pilgrims are not tourists; and although I took my camera - and a sketchbook just in case (which stayed
in my case for the whole trip) - the main focus of this journey was not going to be about art or photos!
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the statue of Our Lady of Lourdes at the grotto
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Having arrived just in time for dinner, we ate our first meal together as a group - around twenty-five of us: four men (including Monsignor) and the rest almost exclusively ladies of a certain age, with varying degrees of mobility. Then straight out to the Sanctuary of Our Lady of Lourdes for the torchlight procession alongside the River Gave to the
Basilica of the Rosary. As we walked we prayed the rosary in at least half a dozen languages, and despite the cold and the wind (which blew out my candle) the procession was a big one. Walking round the corner to the Grotto, we queued up to touch the rock which the Lourdes water springs from. The Grotto had a crowd of people in front of it, venerating Our Lady. Once we got up close, it simply wasn't appropriate to take a photo. Besides, I was too absorbed in the moment! We were carrying our parish banner which had been paraded in the procession, and it was much admired; some people even came over to kiss it.
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Harpenden Parish banner
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The second day was wet and cold but it didn't matter; half a dozen of the more intrepid of us were off to the
baths, and would be wet and cold anyway soon enough! we waited for around an hour, praying the rosary with those around us as we did so. I was very apprehensive but the nuns who help with the baths were lovely - and the water (which is traditionally held not to be wet) really did dry off incredibly quickly. Soon I was tingling all over despite the rain! We then walked the
Stations of the Cross, set on a steep hillside overlooking the Basilica of the Rosary.
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the Basilica of the Rosary
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The afternoon was spent on a walking tour of the town itself, focussing on places where St Bernadette had lived or which she knew. This included a visit to the new
parish church, where some wonderful music was being sung. As each venue required quite a trek to the next one, by the time we reached the chapel where we were to attend Mass we were absolutely drenched! Making my way back to the hotel after Mass, I spotted this bin near the Basilica. Clearly the rain and wind had taken effect:
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abandoned brollies
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We thought that the torchlight procession might be called off that evening because of the weather - in the event a few hardy souls processed with the statue of Our Lady while the rest of us huddled under any shelter we could find to recite our prayers, before heading back to the hotel for a nightcap in the bar!
The following day (11th February) was the feast day of Our Lady of Lourdes - the reason why we were making our pilgrimage now instead of later in the year. We left the hotel early to bag our seats for the feast day Mass, which was being held in the underground
Basilica of Pius X, happily reopened after
last summer's flooding. This basilica is the world's largest underground church , holding around 25,000 people. And it was full . . .
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inside the basilica of Pius X
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This basilica was hung with many banners depicting various saints, and before the Mass began, each pilgrim group's banner (around thirty in total) was paraded around the central sanctuary, including our own. The Mass - conducted in several languages - was relayed to the vast congregation on large video screens throughout the basilica. When we returned later that afternoon for the Eucharistic adoration, I took the opportunity for a closer look at the beautiful crucifix on the sanctuary:
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crucifix at the basilica of Pius X
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We had a little time after lunch - some took the opportunity to look inside the Basilica of the Rosary, or to light a candle at the Grotto. But I had gifts to buy, and was hoping to find a statuette of Our Lady of Lourdes for my bedroom - so a few of us went shopping. A chance conversation with a shopkeeper led us to a factory which made church statues, and we visited their exhibition.
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the exhibition of statues
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that would be souvenir, I thought: so it was probably just as well that EasyJet restrict your baggage allowance. Mind you, I would have had difficulty choosing
which statue to bring home: Our Lady herself? St Joseph, to whom my several-greats grandfather dedicated the church he built in Gibraltar? or St Teresa of Avila, that dedicated nun with a wonderful sense of humour, who played a big part in bringing me into the Catholic church?
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statue of St Joseph
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There are many, many shops in Lourdes selling all sorts of souvenirs - some more tasteful than others. We managed to find everything we were looking for, and stopped at the Grotto to fill up our bottles with Lourdes water before heading back to the hotel to dry off yet again. I should say that the food at the
Hotel Stella (we were full board) was simple and plentiful, and the staff couldn't have been more helpful. The hotels open for just these three days at this time of year: then they shut until the main season starts at Easter.
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statue of St Teresa of Avila - my patron saint
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The rain held off for most of the final - and largest - torchlight procession. It was
huge - we had to wait some time just to join on the end of it. It's difficult to describe what it feels like to recite prayers alongside several thousand others, of various nationalities. By the end of the pilgrimage I was familiar with the prayers in Latin, French and Italian!
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the torchlight procession on the feast day of Our Lady of Lourdes
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All in all this pilgrimage was a profound experience, with a great bunch of fellow travellers. I suspect that it's influence will be felt across all aspects of my life and will most certainly emerge in some way in the art I create. I hope to visit Lourdes again . . .
Ave, Ave, Ave Maria!
