Art and adventures can hold a power of faith
THERE are moments in your life when you have to make room for new things.
Last week, I had the tedious job of going through all my junk in our second bedroom to make it ready for a baby's nursery.
Among the dust and papers were all my photos of my European adventures.
Yesterday, I read the New York Times list of the 52 places to visit in 2014. On the list was the Sistine Chapel. I visited Vatican City in 2009. I remember it was a blistering Italian day, and all I was thinking about was gelato, buckets of it.
Growing up Catholic, and attending Catholic schools, you got to have faith, or at least go to church and say your prayers.
Renaissance architecture is detailed, precise and sublime. It is hard to believe those artists from the era of rebirth were so talented; as if their paintbrush was blessed by God himself.
Walking into the Sistine Chapel it is quiet. So quiet you think that there is an echo of silence from the ceiling to the floor.
There haven't been too many pieces of art that have moved me, but the work of Michelangelo bought tears to my eyes. It was gorgeous, not of this world. The Sistine Chapel is a testament to the power of faith, whether it is of God, in yourself, or the ability of others.
I remember being in awe of what Michelangelo achieved, only to be interrupted by a loud American couple with Texan accents who did not respect the no talking or taking photos rule.
They were whinging about how their necks hurt from looking up - they were soon kicked out (God heard my prayers).
It is privilege to be given a glimpse at frescos that need no words to describe their beauty.