Trying to find the way home
is the thing that convinces us we are lost.
We're not lost.
We're not alone.
We've never even left home.
Rumi
I listen to each new beat of my heart,
and I am so grateful for my body and my life.
I breathe in the sun and sounds and scents.
I touch the bright sky, and I taste fire.
You are a miracle. I am a miracle.
is the thing that convinces us we are lost.
We're not lost.
We're not alone.
We've never even left home.
Rumi
- A busy weekend, but got some solid sleep.
Beautiful weather here in DC. Thanks to Marc
for making some time in his crazy schedule to
finally take me to see the National Cathedral.
Some pictures...

Down in the crypt

Inside the rafters

From high up in the central tower

A colorful fountain image

Rising to the sky

Stained glass meets photoediting software

The Altar of the Good Shepherd...

... as seen with tears welling up in the eyes
I'm not religious, but the flowers laid on
top of the lamb's head moved me very deeply.
Ah, if only religion were always that spiritual --
a reach for love, compassion, or forgiveness.
I listen to each new beat of my heart,
and I am so grateful for my body and my life.
I breathe in the sun and sounds and scents.
I touch the bright sky, and I taste fire.
You are a miracle. I am a miracle.