joe in 1974 i went to some wonderful cathedrals in europe...saint john's must be glorious .i love stain glass windows and organs... i love the holy communion ceremony mel thinks... from my understanding i am a sinner cos i love nature..(.no i am not a witch) understand other religions and mix and match the magnolias are bursting forth here...white, purple, pink, yellow daffodils, snowdrops, daphne,camellias violets,,...citrus fruit... late winter parade mother nature is a bringing spring i rejoice to see the change terrorists are folk who live in fundamentalism..they do not see the shades, the tones, the colours of life they are to be pitied... sad their narrowness howe they restrict what might have been freedom to be freedom to see freedom to encompass freedom to love life take it easy joe the night sky is still there with all it's charms and mystery we are blessed enjoy merle
Merle, I suggest, Go when there's nobody there. That is the best time. That's what I did, at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine, in New York City. Or sometimes, the Organist practiced. Fine. Frankly, New York's Saint John's is in fact the largest cathedral in the World, in this Solar Syatem. Saint Peter's in Rome claims to be "large", but Saint Peter's is NOT a Cathedral: it is a Basilica! Hahahahaha! I laugh, although a lapsed Catholic. I'm more true to New York City than to Rome, for true. M., You are a painter; those stained-glass windows ought to be the inverse of anathema to you. What's the word for that? And, do you see them this way? Surely, you do not miss them. I loved the Rose-Window at Saint John's. Grew up with it. Even while I danced Sufi dances there, on Wednesdays. Especially. Sheikh would put his hands to his ears and shout the Call-to-Prayer, inside the Episcopal cathedral, to the stone rafters 120 feet above. I'd tear-up, inevitably. The terrorists do not know this kind of sweetness in their own religion, alas. It was sweet-honey to us, and is salty-blood to them, I fear. Not that they distinguish. But, we were Sufis! The only mystic sect! We were not obeying nasty sheikhs with nasty pulpits and fallacious ideas and incendiary incentives. Bless those windows where you are. They ought to look different every time. I hope so! I miss my old City: Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. And some indeterminate seasons, like Today. Best of Love, --Joe > Merle Lester <merlewiitpom@...> wrote: > > i sift through the "crap" > i sit > the stain glass windows provide an aura of peace
