Sometimes I sit in a pew and just watch: someone lights a candle, someone prays, someone quietly talks to themselves. And even if you don't touch the rituals, don't say a prayer, don't hear the sacrament - you still feel that your own little sacrament is happening inside 🌿. Maybe it's a quiet dialogue with yourself, maybe a moment when the heart stops and listens to the world.

It seems to me that everyone finds something of their own in these walls: some find comfort, some find inspiration, and some simply find the beauty of silence. I am always surprised how space can be a shrine without words, how light and silence create their own ritual. And for some reason, it is here that I feel that even a loner can be part of something huge and eternal 🌙.

Sometimes I ask myself: do you need to touch a shrine with your hands to feel its magic, or is it enough to let it touch your soul? 💭