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[poliphilo]

We can't be sure who these ladies are but apparently they're older than the church that houses them. Aren't they elegant? One is dated c.1300 and the other c.1375. They've been placed rather awkwardly in the sanctuary of the Lady Chapel in a position where only the priest at the altar can see them properly. I had to climb over the altar rail to take these pictures. An act of trespass. But I am still a priest- yes I am: I may be listed in the archbishop's little black book, but they never defrocked me.

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[manfalling.livejournal.com]

Doldrums- good question. I do worry from time to time that it might be possible to slip right back into them. I'd make one mistake, the world would change shape, and I'd be left screwed.

Having said that though- at no stage did leaving the first company really feel right. Neither did leaving Yuka behind. I wasn't all that psyched about the bike trip either. I just felt I HAD to do those things. Prove something, I don't know. It was the plan and I had to stick to it.

Perhaps now I have more modest goals. Am trying to build a base in reality, not stretched out on some rickety bridge of hope and dreams and fortuitousness. But I guess you never know.

I suppose, with that in mind, there was no way to avoid the ultimate doldrums I had. They were built into the dreams that weren't a good match for what I really wanted to do.

Atheist Christians huh? Sounds kind of cool. You get the respect, the community, the house and the pay, but can pretty much say you don't believe.