Every now and then I feel a little “dark.” I can’t claim it’s something caused by grief as it’s something that I have felt now and then all of my life. In these moods I tend to turn up Evanescense and light candles. She just seems to speak to my soul in those moments.
When I was very young and my mom worked at the church daycare, during nap time I would sneak into the dark sanctuary inside the church. I both loved and feared the dark church. The church was alive, you could feel the spirit in the building. Oh, I know there are people who will think I’m full of it, but go into an active church sometime, alone, in the dark, sit down and listen, stay awhile and then tell me you don’t feel anything.
The feeling in the sanctuary wasn’t always the same. Sometimes it was a very comforting feeling, sometimes it was a vibrant and joyous feeling, sometimes it was an almost forbidding feeling that scared me. At times you could hear echoes of conversations or music playing.
I’ve always loved old buildings, cathedrals, castles, court houses, and old houses. There is just something about them that speaks of history and echoes of the past. I love running my hands along the old stones or wood, wondering about the hands that worked on creating the building. Who were the people? Were they forced to work on the building, or did they lovingly put together each brick? You can tell the care that went in to some buildings, especially the cathedrals with their intricately carved beams.
It looks like it’s time for a trip to Old City Park or maybe some old churches. Time to touch history.
Cherry Coley (c)