One day last week I decided to ring some church bells.
I’ve had this feeling before. The last time was more than 10 years ago when I asked if I could ring the bells of Orient United Methodist Church, and the sextant obliged me. Call me crazy.
Church bells have always stopped me. Literally, if I’m walking and hear them in the distance. Or if I’m driving and hear their music on the breeze, they stop my thoughts. The solemn beauty of the bells, sounds giving texture to the air, always call me back to something that doesn’t allow for expression, because I can’t quite connect the feeling to words. (more…)