Sunday mornings changed over the past half century. For me, catholic veils, patent-leather shoes and confessions transformed into an Episcopal religious tradition for many years.
Those traditional rites and services represent the solid foundation which guided my beliefs for many years.
Yet the death of a friend 35 years ago set me on a quest to understand the purpose of life. Traditional religion supported that quest for most of that time.
Over time, what I saw as rote Sunday prayers, superficial ‘Christians’ and a punishing God pushed me beyond those traditional religious beliefs. 
I now see the ‘church’ not as a building or organized religion but similar to being aware of nature’s beauty, peace and love available to us each moment. 
The ‘church’ dwells in our awareness of the love in our hearts, our minds, our actions.
While buildings and foundations may crumble, Love lives in each of us as it does in nature’s beauty. Share it today!
