Home Again Home Again

I arrived home at 1am on Thursday morning. It was a six hour flight from London to Montreal. Sitting next to me was a young man returning home to Halifax. He had just spent two and a half months in Uzbekistan as a fireman on their oil rigs. Interestingly, he had trained in 2000 at the fire training station in Foxtrap. On the flight home, we travelled over Labrador, the first part of North America we saw. After the flatness of England and France, it was so wonderful to see the tree covered hill and lakes of central Labrador and to know you close to home. I had a three hour stop over in Montreal. It was a summer day, 24C and sunny. So I went outside for a while. Many Orthodox Jews were arriving , all dressed in tradition black garb with curls and prayer shawls. Going to Israel I would guess. Then a flight home to clear skies and 3C. It was good to return. Now back to the mundane things of life (it reminds me of the mandala painting I did in Iona during week two; a mandala is a painting divided into parts representing your life and the bottom part of the circle represents the mundane of life). So off I go to finish the laundry and cut the grass. In the glorious Newfoundland sun.