Tomorrow is back to school after nearly a month of being
away. We’ll see if the girls did all the
work that I left for them, and, since I believe that they did do it, how well
it was done. I’ll be happy to get back
to classes with them, and I hope that they feel the same way. The little scholars have seen that I’m back
and I expect they’ll be here with all the enthusiasm in their little bodies
tomorrow afternoon.
It was a long trip and a busy time. Travelling doesn’t get any easier as I get
older, but the weariness of it doesn’t all have to do with age, I believe. Every airplane that I flew in was fully
booked, and it seems as though the seats become closer together and the aisles
narrower each time I travel. Cabin crews
are busy trying to serve food and drinks and their voices asking hundreds of
time whether one wants the “chicken or pasta meal” seems to get louder and more
irritating as the time goes on. However,
even with the mostly comfort-less airplanes, it’s still a miracle that one can
travel safely for more than 16,000 miles and in a relatively short period of
time.
The Maryknoll Sisters’ meeting was a wonderful opportunity
to get together with 145 others of us, to get to know each other better, and to
discuss some of what impacts our lives every day in our mission. I especially loved being with the younger
ones of us and to appreciate their wonderful gifts and dedication. God is good and the Universe is kind to us.
