My father-in-law is such a rascal. During Mass at the part when we shake hands and tell everyone near us, “Peace be with you,” he’d grin like a kid and say, “Peace on you.”
I wish I’d thought of it first.
So. For Christmas everyone decided they wanted gumbo but we couldn’t agree on whether it would be seafood or chicken and sausage gumbo. I made both. If you know me and know where I live, drop in, there’s enough for everybody.
Now, I want to give everyone a present. Or two.
The first present is a photograph I took in a museum, the Aya Sophia, this past summer in Istanbul, Turkey. This is a mosaic of the Madonna and Child.
Before it was a museum, it was a mosque. Yes, with Baby Jesus mosaics. And Allah things hanging in there. The Christian things were left as they were when they converted it about 500 years ago. Before that, it was a Cathedral, and it was the greatest church in Christiandom for about 900 years. If Allah and Baby Jesus can get along for 500 years under the same roof…
The biggest thing I’ve learned while travelling is something from the very first trip. Pack light. Everything you bring has to be carried around by you from place to place. Think hard on whether you really need all that stuff because it gets heavy, really heavy.
That was the second gift, that advice, to pack light. You don’t have to go anywhere to appreciate this. Life is a journey that is better travelled with a lighter load on your back. You’ll live longer and better.