May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Traditional Celtic Blessing
I want to tell you about the light. It is nearly five o’clock in the morning when we emerge, blinking, into the grey pre-dawn of St Petersburg. We push through the crowds milling outside the bars and clubs and turn East towards the promise of the rising sun. Ahead of us is the Cathedral on … More One Year Later