This is part of what I wrote on the plane as I flew back from the States a couple of days ago. So sorry to be cutting my visiting tour short.
Reykjavik, try saying that when you’re tired! There on the map. On the screen. On the seat back. In front of me. Through the window to the right, the full moon. Full of mystery and promises. To the left the sun rises. A new day, a day that never ended, or that’s how it seems right now. I’ve had quite some hours to absorb the reality, the passing on of a dear friend and fellow traveler. His light burns still and yet Iain of Little House In The Paddy no long lives. A heart attack. Heck! That must be true or I wouldn’t be up here returning to England!
This is all rather a shock to me and to all of us who knew Iain. If you never met him I’d suggest you take a look through his blog, he is there. Bless him.
Posts may be few and far between while we do – what we do – when a Buddhist dies. What you do – when anybody dies – that’s give them a good send off. And in so doing wing their way with a loving heart.