I was lucky enough to have a free day in Atlanta (as previously mentioned here). So I took a spiritual journey.
I went to the Episcopal church.
I went to the Methodist church.
I went to the yarn church.
At the last one I stayed for some private devotions.
The altar of Noro inspired particular worship.
Such a beautiful place truly makes you feel close to yarn.
When I left, as that old song says, without a doubt I knew that I had been revived.