I wanted to go to church today so I found my hotel on Google maps and picked the church geographically closest to me. This is the interior, but of course the photo doesn't do it justice. The sanctuary is round, reminding me of the church my late grandparents attended. The ceiling beams and the ceiling over the organ are painted with an intricate pattern. The first song we sang was new to me and had a definite authentic celtic lilt.
Jayne and I had decided to blow off work and talk about men in a way we never would have done when we were younger and more responsible. (Actually, our bosses had pre-approved the vacation time if not the conversation, but I like to think that after sensible teenage and young adult years, we still have a chance of turning into carefree middle aged rebels.) Jayne was sharing with me the surprise some people had expressed when they learned she was getting divorced and how that had opened her eyes to the compartmentalization in her life; in this case, that her marriage had been slowly deteriorating but she didn't talk about this with anyone - even close friends. I asked Jayne how many "boxes" she had. "5 - 1 for work, 1 for family, 1 specifically for my ex, 1 for Christian friends, and 1 for non-Christan friends." As she finished, I saw myself 6 months ago. I was having morning coffee with a friend and my phone beeped its daily 9 am reminder....
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