Books by the old Leather Chair
- Snow In The Summer
- My Bible
- The Power of Silence
- What Comes Next and to Like It
- Encore Provence
- A Year in Provence
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Little Country Church
Not far from my cottage is a small country church. It came to mind several months ago and thought - Miss Callie and I will drive out the country road to take a look.
There it was just like she remembered. This church must be somewhere near 200 years old.
Took a picture of the wreath on the door. It was on my header at one time.
The stain glass on my header at this time - is an image captured.
If the door had been unlocked would have loved to have gone inside.
Enter through the door and sit quietly by myself. Could not do this (it was locked) but have a vivid imagination. Imagine all the voices she would hear and emotions that would touch her heart.
Wish it was possible to be invisible. One Woman sitting alone during worship - totally unobserved. She would pray, listen to the special hymns and sing from her heart - like in the past...
Thoughts of visiting during the holidays.
So many thoughts from the past would arise.
Truth is - she is no longer that person. Not the person she was a year ago, 10 years ago, 20, 30 and on and on. We are continually changing ...... that is the way it is suppose to be.
Sometimes she wonders - that person years ago - was that me?
Then she remembers children, grandchildren
And that yesterday she was young and today old.
Whoever she is - kind of nice at this time of life....
Hundreds of Sunday's spent within walls like this.
Their Sunday clothes, every hair in place, mother quieting them.....
When she would spend summers with grandma - it was Sunday morning, evening and middle of the week. Hand held fans moving rapidly and dress so starched it "itched" when she sat on it.
Do not know if emotionally she could take this trip - back..
Memories surface at unexpected times....