So I was enthralled with the Chihuly Glass Museum in downtown Seattle. It seems to me that it could become a temple and Chihulism a religion. If the Mormons can paint the Garden of Eden in their tabernacales, how much more does Chihuly do by painting in three-d the lowly brown stones, the brillant roon of sea anemones, the giant hanging alien beings, all of life is celebrated.
Anyway, I took in the whole experience like a sponge all under the ever present steeple of the Seattle Space Needle. A funny thing about religions, if they just charge you the money up front and then let you in to have the experience of your own soul talking to itself, and then lets you out again with a mild request that you tell your friends about the experience, it works pretty well.
I felt uplifted by the entire afternoon. But like all pilgramiges this one must end. I go home on Sat. But although I will totally miss Elyce and her family, I will be happy to resume my own little life in Meadow Valley with Richard whom I have missed and who has missed me. Going home is not so hard when you have someone waiting for you.
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