While they ring, we get ready for church.
No bells coming from an LDS chapel, but for me, the same feeling of holy clarity and peace. The same sense of easy homecoming.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Ring out
We live between one of many Catholic churches in town - St. Ann's parish, for which our street is named - and the beautiful, dome-topped Serbian Orthodox church at the top of our street. Bells ring out all around us on a Sunday morning, sounding clear through the pristine air of this old mining town. I can't wait until the weather warms up and we can open up the windows to hear them better - drifting in with the scent of cut grass or rain or pine needles or the flowers I will plant.
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I bet that will be cool in the summer when you do have your windows open! Even though it's a sound, the way you described it made it so picturesque in my mind! :o)
Growing up in San Luis we could hear the Mission bells almost anywhere we were. They didn't just ring on Sunday either. I know what you mean about the sacredness of it. Even though we don't toll, there's just something special about church bells.
I know what you mean. It's such a peaceful sound!
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