Baptism of Ice
The one-room churches are holy little places. Not for their services or sermons, but for that quiet and echo they offer on a long and lonely day. I've spent hours upon hours within these walls, took every friend I've had to visit, and went many times with my wife. Never for an event or anything social, but just to sit and soak in the silence, to absorb the memories abandoned over the years. It absolutely broke my heart when they replaced the lock, and cut out connection to a very real sanctuary.
That accessible emptiness was deeply significant, a place to get lost from time and pace. I recorded poems here, watched the sunset sinking on the far wall, talked with good folks, settled in and got closer to everything I'd ever hoped to believe. Locking these places up is a sin, they belong to the hearts and souls that surround them. A bolted door on a country church says you've given up on your neighbors, chosen fear over love. We could all spout a cynical line about petty crime, paranoia and dashed expectations, but when it comes to people, it's a risk we take – you've got to have faith. What could matter more than that?
December 13, 2018
St. Croix Cove, Nova Scotia
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Baptism of Ice
The one-room churches are holy little places. Not for their services or sermons, but for that quiet and echo they offer on a long and lonely day. I've spent hours upon hours within these walls, took every friend I've had to visit, and went many times with my wife. Never for an event or anything social, but just to sit and soak in the silence, to absorb the memories abandoned over the years. It absolutely broke my heart when they replaced the lock, and cut out connection to a very real sanctuary.
That accessible emptiness was deeply significant, a place to get lost from time and pace. I recorded poems here, watched the sunset sinking on the far wall, talked with good folks, settled in and got closer to everything I'd ever hoped to believe. Locking these places up is a sin, they belong to the hearts and souls that surround them. A bolted door on a country church says you've given up on your neighbors, chosen fear over love. We could all spout a cynical line about petty crime, paranoia and dashed expectations, but when it comes to people, it's a risk we take – you've got to have faith. What could matter more than that?
December 13, 2018
St. Croix Cove, Nova Scotia
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You can support my work
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and see everything
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