Good morning.
This is a pretty grim Saturday, but I guess I have to start somewhere.
Hanging out in Cathedrals is not tied to my line of work, but is just a hobby of mine.
The auto-mechanic told me that it was a 2 hour wait ("at least...and then we want to check the alignment and see if any more work needs to be done") and that they have coffee and apples. He pointed to the granny smiths and the canisters and smiled proudly. "That you do," I replied with a smile. "You can change the channel on the TV, too, if ya want...or are you coming back to pick your car up?" "I"ll stay," I said.
I go my coffee, my apple and left the building in pursuit of what comes next.
I make up stories and I get my ideas from dreams. My dream was the worst imaginable thing to witness, but then a happy ending. My bird's-eye view of the town captured the rupturing tidal wave that destroyed my family's house. The homes and beautiful sequoia trees were all covered by a wave that made its way toward me, at the top of the mountain I had hiked. I dashed to the highest point and watched he wave engulf the town below me. The wave then descended back into the sea, and in no time, I sprinted down the mountain and to my family's home to find the house perfectly in-tact. They were still alive.
200 meters from the VA Tire and Auto is a cathedral. I told myself that I am to go to the largest Gothic cathedral in the world and sit in the pews and say Hail Mary's. Francis of Assisi never made plan ever and he liked to see where each day took him. I sit in the immense church looking up at the crucifix and the tabernacle, and I just have the desire to touch it. I can't bring myself to go to any type of church besides a catholic one.
No one is in the church, and I think of the poor souls in the waiting room. All huddled together, sipped out of their cups with the Virginia Tire & Auto logo, half-concerned about Jersey Shore or some other reality TV nonsense. I pray for them. Then, I pull out my notebook, and I plot.
No one is in the church, which is upstairs, but there is a charity drive or something going on downstairs. I simply walked right into the church and found a comfy spot at one of the pews where I could sit in serenity. There is no more serene indoor place as an empty church. No library can touch it. An elderly woman sits in a pew way on the other side. She has bags with her. Another man in a red sweater walks in after she leaves. After 30 minutes, I notice he has his hands over his eyes, as though he might be crying. We are the only two souls in the whole church at this point.
This is a pretty grim Saturday, but I guess I have to start somewhere.
Hanging out in Cathedrals is not tied to my line of work, but is just a hobby of mine.
The auto-mechanic told me that it was a 2 hour wait ("at least...and then we want to check the alignment and see if any more work needs to be done") and that they have coffee and apples. He pointed to the granny smiths and the canisters and smiled proudly. "That you do," I replied with a smile. "You can change the channel on the TV, too, if ya want...or are you coming back to pick your car up?" "I"ll stay," I said.
I go my coffee, my apple and left the building in pursuit of what comes next.
I make up stories and I get my ideas from dreams. My dream was the worst imaginable thing to witness, but then a happy ending. My bird's-eye view of the town captured the rupturing tidal wave that destroyed my family's house. The homes and beautiful sequoia trees were all covered by a wave that made its way toward me, at the top of the mountain I had hiked. I dashed to the highest point and watched he wave engulf the town below me. The wave then descended back into the sea, and in no time, I sprinted down the mountain and to my family's home to find the house perfectly in-tact. They were still alive.
200 meters from the VA Tire and Auto is a cathedral. I told myself that I am to go to the largest Gothic cathedral in the world and sit in the pews and say Hail Mary's. Francis of Assisi never made plan ever and he liked to see where each day took him. I sit in the immense church looking up at the crucifix and the tabernacle, and I just have the desire to touch it. I can't bring myself to go to any type of church besides a catholic one.
No one is in the church, and I think of the poor souls in the waiting room. All huddled together, sipped out of their cups with the Virginia Tire & Auto logo, half-concerned about Jersey Shore or some other reality TV nonsense. I pray for them. Then, I pull out my notebook, and I plot.
No one is in the church, which is upstairs, but there is a charity drive or something going on downstairs. I simply walked right into the church and found a comfy spot at one of the pews where I could sit in serenity. There is no more serene indoor place as an empty church. No library can touch it. An elderly woman sits in a pew way on the other side. She has bags with her. Another man in a red sweater walks in after she leaves. After 30 minutes, I notice he has his hands over his eyes, as though he might be crying. We are the only two souls in the whole church at this point.
