A Year

It was one year ago yesterday that we arrived in Rome. So much has changed in that year and, as always, so much has remained the same. Even here in Rome, the centre of inconsistency, I've found consistencies.
I noticed yesterday that the votive candle in front of the shrine in our compound wall was almost burnt out - this morning there was a new one in its place. It burns night and day, unmolested, expressing someones cares, concerns or perhaps their thanks. I should think a bit more about that candle and a little bit less about the inconsistencies.

31 lulgio - St Ignacio di Loyola