In The Air: Somewhere

On a flight to Paris, actually. In business class, stretched out in a seat that converts unbelievably to a comfortable bed when you push a couple of buttons. Also with a delicious - swear to God - three course dinner with an unending supply of champagne.

My first stop when we arrive will be the Basilique du Sacre’-Coeur de Montmartre. It sits on the highest hill in Paris and I’m going there to light candles. I used to light them at Notre Dame Cathedral, but it burned in 20219 and they’re still rebuilding it.

The Ancients lit candles because they believed that your prayer or wish or intention continued to be heard until the candle burned out. Which gave you several hours, depending on the amount of wax involved, to deal with your issues backed up solidly by God.

I light them in gratitude for a safe trip and the feeling of peace you get kneeling there looking at them. And for the really tricky problems - the kind you have no control over at all. They never fail me.

Until next time . . .