I have numerous images that are variations on the theme put forward in these two images.
My relationship with sprituality is complicated. I have been told that I descend from a long line of ministers and that I am the closest thing to clergy left in the family. I don't believe in the god of the faith I was raised in (Episcopalean), nor pretty much any other concept of god put forward by organized religions. The closest I come to god belief is the conviction that there is more to the universe than meets the eye. Who can know what this all adds up to?
I am content to wander the streets and woods of Beacon NY, or anywhere I happen to be, as the cahedrals of my faith.
I am happy to drop in at the local coffee shop afterwards for community and debriefing to my journal. It strikes me that these are the pieces of worship ritual I was familiar with as a child, reformulated in a way that they make sense to me now.