Dr Pilkington said we should love ourselves enough to leave our baggage in Oxford. I thought at the time at 48 years old I was probably stuck with the baggage what was given to me. Even as I left Oxford on a bus full of choir members I felt some of that baggage dragging behind. The good news is as I woke up this morning and walked to the tube I felt a lot lighter. The final Moment was when I turned in my Oyster card at the ticket window for a refund. It was the exact same window and the same man I had bought it from two weeks before. I asked him his name and Harold said he hoped is enjoyed my “stay”. And now we’re both off to our regular lives. What baggage I was willing to let go of was left at Harold’s ticket counter. Thank you to the friends and teachers that made up my Oxford family. Love’s as Warm as Tears… indeed.

Love’s as Warm as Tears by Paul Mealor, Text C.S. Lewis Conducted by Sarah Mae Lagasca