I think of churches. I didn’t as a kid, as we always went to a small town church. But when I started seeing cathedrals in Europe I was awed at what man did to aspire to godliness. Or to have God see man in a good light. Or whatever motivations were present for man and God at the time.
Please enjoy my pedestrian portraits of Glasgow Cathedral, the cathedral’s basement simple Abbey, and Melrose Abbey, the home of the heart of Sir Robert the Bruce that was brought home to Scotland from the Crusades.
When I was a child, churches and history never entered my realm except for studying for tests and taking communion et al. It didn’t mean anything until I took art history in college and followed up with my own travels.
Perhaps I take a tortured route to God, as I’m not there yet after fifty years. I do appreciate his works and inspirations and urge people to continue to demonstrate these acts to gain believers. Please let me keep cooking and taking care of people and animals and hopefully I’ll live a good life. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
I loved the cathedrals in Paris. How did they manage the engineering way back then? Wow. And the way the sound bounces off the stones stops me in my tracks. Even if I don’t understand all the words. The music is amazing, too.
Blacader Aisle, a former tomb underneath St. Mungo’s cathedral, now in the basement of Glasgow Cathedral.
I sent photos of the basement church to my Franciscan teachers, who know I prefer simple before ornate and try to follow St. Francis in my journeys.