I visited St Paul's Cathedral in London. It may be apparent by now that I tend to look for a larger design in the most ordinary of events, have a hankering for serendipity etc. I had not planned to go to the cathedral specifically on Sunday. It happened to be Sunday. I also sort of just left my room randomly at 2.30 pm. I was expecting to just potter around a bit when I got there and then take the path towards the Tate Modern. It turned out that I reached right in time for the 3.00 pm evensong. People were lining up to go in and so did I. It was a lovely experience just soaking in the atmosphere. My mind obviously wandered as it always does. And for some reason I started thinking about this incident in 2022. I was to move from my shared student accommodation to a staff flat on campus. I rarely forget my things. But on this occasion, I forgot a small pic of Mother Mary with a rosary over it that was placed on my window sill. An awkward location. I remembered this slip after a day or two but by then I couldn't trace it. I felt very bad... I felt like I lost something very precious and I have not been able to forget it, even though I found a new (not as elegant) pic and a rosary...

The next day I visited the National Gallery. I was browsing through those cards with artwork on them. And right before me was a beautiful one of Mother Mary. It was as if I was meant to have it. My new house seems a bit more homely with it...

I have in many posts over the years mentioned my ambivalence around the question of God. This preoccupation with an "image" or even a piece of cardboard in a sense may strike as odd. I can't say I can explain it except to say that not everything can be or needs to be explained. It can simply be felt. Why does a piece of music elevate one or why does a beautiful flower give us delight? No explanation can communicate what can only really be felt.