I've made more of an effort this past week to engage with the cultural energy in London. I've been living in London for about 18 months, spending the first few in a cultural blitz but finding my enthusiasm for all things new eventually fizzling into uninspired intentions to continue exploring. But this week was different. I visited the National Gallery, Greenwich, and a disappointing Douglas Coupland exhibit on Canadian identity. I also went to see a Rodrigo y Gabriella guitar duo concert in the Jazz Cafe, and sat in two evening lectures at the LSE - one by Body Shop founder, the inspiring Anita Roddick and another by Dr Ordonez on UNESCO's Education For All programme.
So this week has been stimulating - music, art, faith, politics and economics. And to top it all off, I woke up to such a picturesque morning. From the kitchen window, the snow kissed trees looked glorious. Times like this, I look out the window satisfied. Doubts about London seem strange and even inappropriate.
Meanwhile, back in Canada, it's a sad day; the flags are flying at half mast. It's tragic and my thoughts and prayers will be going out to the families of the four Mounties. God speed.
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