A few beautiful companions came to farewell me, and I’d love to give a special shout out to Duc Mac, Aoife Connors, Susanah Bishop, Juana Crespi FMVD, Kylie Cullen FMVD, and Sr Marg Beirne RSC who came with me to the airport, sat and drank coffee and speculated on the future Archbishop of Sydney. At that point, the person who was looking most nervous was my dear friend Aoife who has replaced me at work for the year, and will be in charge of media for that episcopal announcement.
However, as 1pm ticked over, it became evident that it was time to go. For a long time.
“You look a bit pale”, observed Juana as I finished filling in my customs declaration.
After all of the beautiful farewells and the intensity that this brings, I had almost been seeking some solitude, but when it arrived, I was a bit of a mess.
Yet, our beautiful God works in mysterious ways….(or maybe it was the white wine….or maybe it was God working through the fruit of the vine?)… because the plane ride was a bit of a dream for me. With almost no turbulence and a spare seat beside me, it was about as good as it gets.
I was warmly welcomed in LA by my buddy and co-worker Mick, and I keep discovering all of these blasts from the past who are here in LA for this RE Congress. So, Mum, it’s going well. Tell Grandma not to worry:)
In my typical nerdy Catholicism, and let’s be honest, my friend Mick’s equally nerdy Catholicism (he’s the one who suggested it) our first “tourist” visit was to the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels.
There is something so beautifully prayerful about that place, that I think people of all faiths would feel a sense of peace there.