The other day I was sitting in a somewhat ill-fitted side lounge in Kilburn. The burnt orange wall paint clashed with the corduroy navy three pieces suite. The room was decorated with an assortment of an eclectic collection of now-ancient VHS, punctuated by religious paraphernalia of one kind or another, including an almost life-sized statue of Vincent De Paul, and high-end exotic nick nacks picked up on various travels. The mantelpiece was given over to a collection of elephant ornaments, increasing in size as they stretched towards the window. This room, that late Saturday afternoon, was the venue for my weekly chat with my Spiritual Director, and a moment of great spiritual consolation.