So I went for a stroll through my picture files and decided I'd pull a photo or two and see if they would inspire thought.
These photos are ones I took at an abandoned church about 15 minutes from where I live. The church is right on the edge of the river (I mean, RIGHT on the edge), and since the church was built of stone, almost before they were completed building, the foundation began to sink. It was in use for a short while, but nature took over.
While wandering (very carefully) around the perimeter of the church, I was struck with how quiet it was, and how peaceful. I think it would be a great place to pray, or meditate, or just think.
I tend to make up stories in my head, have probably written several novels in the confines of my own brain. It's a past-time that helped me through my childhood and on into adult life -- dreaming and imagining.
I found what I called a grotto in one wall, and wondered what used to be in it.
Maybe it wasn't a grotto, maybe it was just a hole in the wall, but imagination is a powerful thing. Influenced by the stacks of novels I've read about medieval times, full of intrigues and liaisons and unrequited love, I dreamed up this church set in a forest, almost the way it is now. A secret place where lords schemed and lovers met.
Even the trees were being taken over by nature. Huge, tall trees covered in ivy and thick vines -- still standing, refusing to be overtaken.Around the corner, I found a surprise, a statue, surrounded by a lake of ivy.
I couldn't make my way over all that ivy (you wouldn't believe how deep it was) so I have no idea who the saint is. I think of him as Saint Abandoned.In a world that sometimes seems to revolve around the Internet and emails, Twitter and Facebook, I wonder if people still seek out private, quiet places to just .... be.
Thanks for taking this tour with me.
Lori Anderson makes jewelry for Lori Anderson Designs and also writes for the blog An Artists Year Off.











































