Many people go to church on Sunday. Some even stop by at their sanctuary during the middle of the week. I, on the other hand, decided to visit my place of worship every morning that weather allows me to do so.
When dawn breaks the sky, I try to be awake so I can walk to my holy place. Every morning is fresh and ready to start its new day. The ground is dampened by what is left of the night, while at the same time the sun is orchestrating a show of colors that men or women have yet to duplicate.
I can tell when I get close to my church, because I can literally smell it. The scent of the soil is intense at this time in the morning. It ‘s a combination of the salty air of the sea, the cold clean air of the mountains, and the concept that I am going to a place I can actually become one with a God. Continue Reading →