I am just a ghost in this house.

"I'm just a ghost in this house. I'm all that is left of two hearts on fire." This is the refrain to the song called "Ghost in this House" by Allison Krauss and Union Station. I love this song, but today it has been repeating in my head as a rattle around the house I use to call home. SO I am back in Ireland, as of yesterday. Here is the Kilkenny Castle taken from the bus as I passed. My flight here was not terrible, but I only slept for an hour. I could not really get comfortable or sleepy enough to drift though the uncomfort. But, I had a very short time in London, and so my bag did not make it with me. I am here today waiting for a service to bring me my bag. Unfortunately, as of now 1:45 on Saturday, there is still no sign of my bag. I am jumping every time I think I hear the door.

This morning, when I knew that my bag would not come here, I went to have tea with Mary. Mary is the lady that I used to be her personal assistant- or in L'Arche terms her reference person. She is now living in a flat by herself, and she is a new woman! She is so happy to have her own space and have control over it. They have built a new house, which was specifically designed for L@Arche it is really beautiful. The Irish government is not funding any more people with disabilities to come and live here, so they have two rooms in the house that are empty, but could have core members. It is weird how similar the situation is all over the world.

I think this song has really stuck with me today because so many thing here are the same, but nothing feels that same. Enough has changed that I feel unfamiliar with it all. I always knew that is was the relationships that made up L'Arhce, and now that I am alone today waiting for my bag, I think it just triggered a lot of good memories of times spent here. I think I will get a cuppa now and read a book, praying to St. Anthony that my bag finds me.