“My father was a butcher but he wanted me to become a police officer” was the statement by one of the devotees I am spending time with here in Mauritius. Well his dad’s wish had become true, so now he’s dealing with the human frailty, where darkness appears to be the theme of the day. With the decline of spiritual direction and the glamorization of criminal acts, there’s no wonder that instability prevails.
Though things look grim I look to the sky with its multiple stars, moon, moving clouds



