It's been non-stop since I got home on Monday evening. The friend I travelled with had serious luggage issues and I felt like a pack horse getting through Stansted, laden with coats and an extra bag. It was all worth it though - the light on the canal as we sat up front in the vaporetto, the beautiful mysterious decaying facades of the buildings as the remarkably clean looking water ebbed and flowed round them, the arch of the Rialto bridge...and the warmth of the people especially our evening hosts in the lovely restaurant Al Convento.
What a horrible shock to learn of the plane crash at Cork Airport yesterday Thursday morning - six people from Belfast flying into Cork gone in a few minutes, in fog so dense the plane couldn't be seen from the terminal building. And two people walked away from it. My friend Jo uses that airline to fly back and forth from the Isle of Man. God rest the victims.
Today Friday I have spring cleaned my office and opened the windows and this afternoon the sun is pouring in. In spite of everything sad and bad at the moment Spring is here. 'The world is charged with the glory of God - it will flame out like shining from shook foil'- Gerard Manley Hopkins remembered.
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