i wonder how many among us have been to the chicago public library on the top floor, american girl place, and temple in 12 hours?
i'm in need of guidance, or some such thing, because the noises in my head are many and loud and possibilities are endless. instead of feeling boundless, i need to find my limits. i think my search for guidance, though, is sending me on a tour of chicagoland temples which may further extend my bounds rather than create them.
temple no. 1 feels churchy and kind of cold. modern brick and flipping through pages to find hymns feels like my monotonous childhood experience with church. i don't like pointed questions about guilt when mentioning how i feel guilty when asking others to donate their money.
what i dooo like is singing in another language off-key, dharma students whispering to their dad when they know an answer before saying it aloud, bird and sun references, and the gong.
also, post-service tea time.
hoooola new life!
- whitney
- there once was a girl who liked change, mirror images, and the tide. she found herself curiously exploring options while thinking side thoughts of painting her nails. she wants to meet the rain forest through spanish eyes seeing flocks of butterflies instead as las mariposas. she wants to feel uncomfortable. she wants to smell the smell of a city millions wake up to every day. she wants to ride alongside gauchos. then one day she flew to buenos aires and stayed a while. this is her story.