Churches

I'm going through some rough times these days. And in my quest for inner strength and all that blah-blah, I went to a church.

Not for mass, but for stained glass.

As an art historian I have an appreciation for beauty. And I find stained glass to be beautiful. I think it's all the incredibly rich colors, but I find myself quite peaceful under the gaze of a dozen or so stained glass saints. There's a Catholic church nearby that has amazing windows. Probably a dozen saints on each size, a small rose window over the altar, another row of panels in the choir loft. It's gorgeous. The church itself is really beautiful too. Tall, with dark wood crossbeams overhead and a deep, rich, red carpet down the center aisle. It must be a gorgeous church for weddings.

I did find peace, at least for a while. And I'm hoping I can hold on to that when things get crazy.

I'm not about god, but he's got some nice houses.