Arlene, my friend from Canada, has been in Gent for three days now.  I wondered what I would say today with the written word.

Years ago I coached 12-year-olds about their writing.  For many of them, the tendency was to say “This happened, then this happened, and then …”  I encouraged kids to focus on one or two things and flesh them out: bring them alive for the reader.

So … guess I should follow my own advice.  I knew Arlene was a devoted Christian and thought she would enjoy sitting in churches.  I suggested my favourite church in Gent: Oekraïense Grieks-Katholieke Kerk – the Ukrainian Church.

We entered.

Two Canadian eyes opened wide.  I was delighted to see my friend brought to silence.  She sat with me some but mostly wandered through the sanctuary.  I watched her linger long in front of a statue or painting.  And then beyond my field of vision, exploring the mysteries.

I meditated.  I had told Arlene that whenever we were in some place, please stay as long as you like.  We’ll go when you want to.

I also said that it’s fine to talk to me when I’m meditating.  No problemo.

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I heard my friend’s voice.  Time had disappeared for me, and I had no interest in checking my watch.  She was fine with leaving.  And so we did.

Later Arlene shared her wonder.  “The blue!”  Referring to the royal blue domed ceiling of Oekraïense Grieks-Katholieke Kerk.  The intricate carved wooden pulpit.  The statues of peaceful faces.  Jesus with his arms outspread.

A place of reverence

A place of peace

A place to simply stop