Holy. We cross the threshold of the Notre-Dame Basilica. A 2 hour trip taking us 4 hours because of a car repair. Yet fun. Relaxing. Holy. I am awed by the intricacies of the architecture. Who was the designer? How long did the artists work? What were they thinking as they created this work of Art? I sit in that place. I take in all I can. The holy meets my aching, tired, soul. I am in awe. Such gifts of talent given. Candles lit in memories of loved ones. I want to weep. I want to light a candle for my boy.  I want to remember. The kids say I need to come see another ... View Post