About two years ago, I visited an ancient monastery in caves near Chisinau ,Moldova . I talked in the best way I could with the monk who lived in the caves. He spoke only Russian and I English.He looked as ancient as the monastery and had been living there for 20 years. It was like being in a surreal painting. I mean, how on earth could I have devined even a month aao that I would be in a remote place in a country called Moldova and my path would cross with that of an old monk who lived in a cave lit only by oil lamos!
I had thought then that I wanted to share this experience with people interested .It is only now that I decided to do something about it. So I started writing . There are too many wonderful people in this world and too many moving experiences not to get written about ,I think.
My gorgeous daughter set this blog up for me and got me started. I cannot get over the fact that I can write about what I hold dear in my heart and a few of you ,near and far out there will read !
So Hello !
,And because we can communicate through this page and I appreciate it, do write your comments .
Writing comments is a bit of a mystery but I think I figured it out.
1. Write your comment on : “post a comment” at the bottom of the page
2. Select “comment as” – which will show you a drop down
3. Then select the Name/URL or Anonymous option and post
TEA PARTY IN THE RAIN IN AHAKISTA
On the 23rd of June this year,after the memorial service for the victims of the Air India plane crash of 1985 (I have written about it in my previous post),we were ushered outside the memorial by local county council members to have some tea.
Nothing had prepared me for what was on offer. Tables and chairs had been laid out by the road side,by the side of the memorial and the sea. The relatives of the victims had already been seated. It was still raining in tiny drops but most people ,especially the Irish ,were steadfastly ignoring it.