Sacre Couer, Paris. They say Joan of Arc prayed here. So did I 🤓. Churches are such a stew of energies. Prayers, pleas. Gargoyles. Darkness at the fringe. And all that pure, potent Divinity— light beams of Christ Consciousness and Mother Mary piercing through open hearts. And some closed minds.
I want to write more in churches. Set up a cafe. Bring a blanky.
More Cathedrals today and probably a new satchel, and some nail polish. Gotta ease up on the croissants, tho. Life balance.
xo from Le Marais,
Danielle
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