The tiny church of Saint Salvestar stands at the top of the island, in the village of Polje. Small and old-fashioned, but still alive. The moment we step inside, our voices drop to whispers. We walk softly and look around in peace. The church resonates with a holiness woven into it long ago…
Visiting this little church brings up images of what island life might once have looked like. It offered a safe place for the soul, and for centuries its walls have held while the seasons raged around them. Winter storms and winds batter it; in summer the sun blazes without pause. It stays put and always gives back the same sacred calm, the same holy silence.
We passed it today on a little walk, so I refreshed the memory and snapped a few pics for the journal.
