In Which Boston…

God can be found in Boston. In falling head over heels for a city and for people. In a walk along the river and in architecture you never expected to find. In riding the T and unexpectedly shooting out above ground and the city opens up in front of you across the water and in a street fair in Harvard Square. In a beautiful old house and in a dance party with people you met the night before. In a fascinating person with the same name as a historical character in a movie you like quite a bit and in walking around at night without having anywhere specific to be. In finding out you like a certain architect a lot more after being in one of his buildings and in finding out that the architect is getting sued because the roof leaks. In seeing a dear friend buy breakfast for a homeless guy like it was the most normal thing in the world to do. In seeing a picture of a Black Madonna stained glass window at a church the aforementioned fascinating person goes to, and then thinking about what that window really means. In quickly talking about how having children is literally the most spiritual thing a person can do. In hearing someone talk about feminism and sexuality, and thinking about how it’s a shame Christians can’t get past the whole “He” thing of God and realize that God can very much be a mother too. In seeing a clear passion in someone’s life for people who aren’t like her. In a reflecting pool and in the mass of people on the train.

In Boston, in people, in the air, in the water, in the soil, in everywhere.


One thought on “In Which Boston…

  1. Fred says:

    I spent some time in Baltimore this weekend and it’s a pretty cool city as well.

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