What I have realized in the last 24 hours is that In a world full of so much pain and people who cause it, there is an inherent goodness full of empathy in so many countless more. Before the smashing of metal yesterday I'm not sure I would have admitted this. I thought the opposite as I began my drive that morning listening to news on the car radio out of Dallas and voices talking of hatred, racism, guns so many guns. But it was all like Dallas about to change.
The plane landed in Zurich on time after a harried journey on train, taxi and plane from Dublin. We took the zug south to Interlaken squeezing ourselves, our gear into the commuter rush of Bern and towns in between. Dusk fell as we arrived in Interlaken and came together with far flung friends. A wedding ensued of fairytale dimensions in a castle watched over by famous Alpen peaks like Eiger and Jungfrau. A sunset barely believable blazed across the sky and coloured the waters of the lakes and tinged the peaks pink high above our heads.
I can't exactly recall the first time I read Heaney but I know as the years passed away in America I would find myself intermittently lost in one of his poems thinking of home. Hearing the "squelch and slap of soggy peat" and the shovel slice or boots stick into the wet sod earth.
Tonight I came across some I'd scanned of a trip to Indonesia in 1998. Here's a few from around the area of Lake Toba and Bukit Lawang in Sumatra. I'd gone to see the WWF Orangutan sanctuary in Bukit Lawang. Lake Toba I'd gone to for a few days, was so enthralled with the place and road weary that I ended up staying 10.