Chers Amis,
After a fair few stresses I’m beginning to find my way round this strange city in which I ride into town on double decker trains and when I’m not dealing with the bureaucracy of it all, loiter in cafes (Don’t worry I’ll start working soon…honest!)
I’ve been reflecting on home a bit and recently read this story from Anne Lamott’s Travelling Mercies and thought I’d share it on here.
“.. her best friend got lost one day. The little girl ran up and down the streets of the big town where they lived but she couldn’t find a single landmark. She was very frightened. Finally a policeman stopped to help her. He put her in the passenger seat of his car, and they drove around until she finally saw her church. She pointed it out to the policeman, and then she told him firmly, “You can let me out now. This is my church, and I can always find my home from here.”
Really, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate how Moot has helped me find home in the last few years and I hope and pray that it continues to do so for others.
So know you’re all in my thoughts and prayers.
…and if anyone finds themselves the wrong side of the English Channel do say bonjour.
