Tuesday

28th March

 

 

Canterbury B-day

Not exactly B-day mood I am in.

The most miserable day.

Pouring out and all over me every 2nd day still. So fed up.

Feel like I am seriously suffering from “Weather-Fraek-Out-Syndrom” now.

So hoped to cheer me up with a little mini trip.

After a quick round through the park, the rain and the icey wind I decided to head straight to the cathedral….

 

 

Thinking of my “Cathedral-Monologue” (Really never got around to finish it...)I really feel like I need the shelter of elevation for my constantly exposed, soaked and knackered self.

 

Not for religious reasons...as my believe in all and nothing at the same time does not qualify for any other faith but that in my self (and that only as long as I can just about afford it).

 

And as nature is my church and music comes closest to what I would consider my religion...(maybe my drug even more) I feel I am entering the Cathedral doors mostly in search of inspiration and somewhere dry to spend a couple of hours now I am here anyway.

 

 

Unexpectedly very few people …..Barley any sounds and so much space….

Magnificent Space!!!!

 

Quiet with an echo. Like history speaks.

So much to see and take in. Mostly the architecture and its beauty.

Over centuries developed from one style to another, and all so well preserved.

 

 

So many stories...so many prayers ...so many more pictures I could have taken but somehow I did not want to overexpose the moment.

 

Because finally there was a short lived instant of experiencing a sensation one could describe with ELEVATION!

I guess that was all I came looking for.

It being my Birthday and all.

 

Topped up by the fact they even had the radiators switch on, producing “real heat”…...(Seems the church of England does not exactly suffer from the effects of the global energy crises at all).

 

 

Unfortunately just at that point all the school excursions came rushing in, crowding over the environment completely.

Time to go...Did not even manage to find a fridge magnet as all the shops were taken over by kids..

 

Though I did manage to bash up my brolly (cheap little piece of crappy sh...) on my way home as it kept blowing up into my face....

 

And honestly(!!)  smashing up what was left of it repeatedly against a tree (in the pouring rain) was actually finally the best feeling of the day...

A true act of liberation, so to speak....Enough of elevation for the day....like to be down here anyway.

 

As normally my family (the part related to my father's side) is better known for doing exactly that to tennis rackets... Yeah...Weather-Freak-Out-Syndrom is the most sense making explanation....(like I said) !!!!