Monday, February 2, 2009


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.

1 comment:

Adam Villani said...

"...I went to the yarn church."

Hee hee.