Everything can come of nothing

Sep 15th, 2015 | By | Category: Spirituality

A distant storm had brought a solid front of grey clouds in from the Bay of Biscay. The weather seemed more appropriate for autumn in Ireland than September in Aquitaine. Just before sunset, the clouds broke and there were blue patches, a vapour trail from an aircraft formed a diagonal across one,and there was a sense of terrible loneliness, of being remote from the world.

Perhaps it was the vapour trail that was evocative, it recalled a moment in Connacht more than thirty years ago. The Mullet peninsula is at …

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