The outside world silenced the moment the ancient door closed behind me to Saint Paul’s Cathedral. My place of peace still brings calm to my mind as I dip my fingers in the cool holy water and cross myself before taking a seat in the last pew.
I’m far from religious, but the only place I have been able to clear my head is a church. Specifically an old Catholic Church. Other newer churches, just don’t do it. The noise of the city penetrates through the walls and sullies the serene bubble. Where better to empty one’s thoughts and be alone for awhile than a beautiful piece of art?
I say I’m not religious, but I do know some of the rituals and I guess you could say my time spent sitting in bliss as Eucharistic Adoration. I’ve never had a eureka moment or clarifying call, but it makes me feel safe and content.
Once my hour was up, don’t want to overstay my welcome, I stood up to leave, bracing myself for the chaos on the other side of the door. “What do I do now?” I ask myself aloud.
As I walk down the street my thoughts turn to this morning and how great it was. If I had taken another turn on the Eye or had been paying more attention to my surroundings, I never would have met Barrowman. I kept my promise, though if was tough, no pictures or questions. No proof of our meeting, and it sucks but it was still the best hours of my life.
My feet brought me to a charming sci-fi shop proudly displaying Doctor Who and Torchwood merchandise in the window. I had to stop in and spend a little mad money. I have time to kill before dinner and what geek-girl can resist her guilty pleasure?
I am at the cash register with a mock trench coat, when I get a text from an unknown number. “Plans for dinner?”
“Depends, who is this?” I swipe my card and wait for an answer. There is only one guy I gave my number to recently and know he wouldn’t be the one.
“Forgot about me already? I’m really beginning to wonder if you are a fan.”
“Holy shit.” I gasp.
“What? Wrong size?” the cashier asked a little worried.
“What? Oh no, the coat is perfect. I just heard from someone I never thought I’d see again.” I babbled, staring at my phone. “Well if you could see what I just bought, your mind would be at ease.” I joke with him. I slipped the coat on and walked out.
“Come to dinner and show me? I need to repay you for your help, support and lunch.”
“Chapter One. Not too fancy, but nice and great food. Two hours give you enough time to clean up and get there? Need to talk with my husband.”
“Sounds good.” I leave for the hostel and to prepare for a fun evening.
“See you there Chandler.”
Tune in next week for Chapter Four
So I’m taking Intro to Humanities II, and was asked to look for a piece of art that resonates with me from a chapter in our text and explain why I am attracted to it. I stumbled upon a picture of Notre Dame Cathedral. I am not a very religious person, nor is my family Catholic (though it is in our blood being Irish and all) but I have always felt a calling to the faith. One part of that calling has always been the beauty of Catholic churches. I have always thought of them as Gothic in architecture and dark fitting their purpose, without really knowing it is Gothic architecture. Growing up I was always told that God is loving and kind, but personally I have found the opposite to be true. Vengeful and angry seem to be more His palette and the old churches cropping up from the Renaissance era were perfect for that side.
Even though the churches look cold and ominous from the outside, step inside and there is sunlight everywhere. When I was young and stupid, I remember vowing to be married in a church that was big and full of overlooking gargoyles on the outside, colored with stain glass windows inside. A huge organ in the front/back (pick your perspective), rows of beautifully carved pews and high arched ceilings vaulting to the sky. Now the yearning is still there, and am still drawn to the magical buildings that captured my heart as a child, but I know better. Notre Dame Cathedral and many others are just a part of my past, that I wanted for my future that will never be in my present. Which is why I think I am attracted to them, it is something I can never have.
I have noticed that a lot of employers are keeping tabs on their workers through their social media pages. My question is WHY? Social media is outside of work, not on work property. What they do or say on the internet outside of work should not have any consequences at their job. It is probably because of my stance on this that I don’t have a job and that is stupid. My aunt has friends at work that she likes to talk to but is too afraid to add them to her Facebook page simply because some have their bosses as friends and she doesn’t want to lose her job.
How is it possible that people can be fired just because of their social media posts? If they go to work, and do their jobs well why should it matter what they do on Facebook? What kind of things they tweet about? Because it reflects poorly on the company? Honestly, who DOESN’t complain about their job? Not one person has a perfect job that they love all the time, so of course, if they had a bad day they might go vent about it on Facebook or in their blog. They shouldn’t be punished at work for how they feel. Now I don’t think that they should or do write bad things about their jobs or coworkers intentionally to start crap.
The whole point of this was, I found an article where a substitute teacher was fired from a Catholic school for announcing his upcoming wedding on Facebook. The simple fact that he is gay and publicly announced his wedding through social media, got him fired. He even said that everybody already KNEW he was gay before the announcement, but they fired him anyway. It is stupid and I think shouldn’t have happened. If it was any other straight person, it never would have happened. Social media should stay at home and have no repercussions at work. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/01/14/lonnie-billiard_n_6472566.html