Over the hump

My dear Friends
I am 'over the hump' in other words past the point of slight depression, on the way to going back. Five days away from returning to England, I woke up both with Hallelujah sounding in my heart and, on waking and dressing, a feeling of 'what will the next few days bring?'
But you can never give up, and I reckoned that perhaps the most beautiful things were still to come.
As I boiled the kettle and sat down in a quiet corner to say my morning prayers, a nice Canadian lady from British Columbia gave me some green tea and chatted happily with me about dinosaurs Then a Polish lady with a young baby talked to me and I began to feel better, went up to my room, got some publicity leaflets, which she accepted and I knew the trip certainly was not over.
Yesterday, for the second time, I went over to the home of Bishop Pearse Lacey. He really is a most extraordinary man, who has shown me great hospitality, wisdom and kindness. At 91, his mind is alert, and he loves to tell me about his rich and diverse ministry, culminating in his being made an Auxiliary Bishop of the Archdiocese of Toronto, and confirming 50,000 people into the Church! For sure we have been brought together because we are very alike in that we have walked 'the road less travelled' (see the famous poem by Robert Frost.) Father Pearse, as he invited me to call him, is charismatic in the proper sense and I am deeply proud to be his Friend.

Cousin Gordon drove me out to Yorkdale last night, to a delicatessen, carving meat off the bone on rye bread, as in my childhood and the whole atmosphere was delicious and the suburbs, past the 'castle' Casa Lomo were fascinating., with low wooden houses from the Portugese and Italian communities. I really have seen a lot of sides of Toronto, and the drive back to the Hostel was breathtaking, with the buildings rising up from banks of snow with thousands of twinkling lights.

Just before I leave on Monday night I will write again
Love Gila