On my travels along the California coast this year I retreated from the 100 degree heat and the endless, unrelenting freeways into this otherworldly house of worship – the San Luis Rey Mission in Oceanside, California.
Here it is cool and still and with one step past the threshold the outside world simply ceases to exist. Here time stands still and the rarefied ambiance of 220 years takes over my being. One lone man sits in midday prayer before me.
Some time later, my being in balance, I depart through the church doors and, as I do, I recall the opening lyrics of the Elton John song “60 Years On”.
Who’ll walk me down to church when I’m sixty years of age
When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave
And señorita plays guitar, plays it just for you
My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through.
— Bernie Taupin
M o o r e z a r t 
I am just seeing this. I hope you enjoyed your time in our fair city (and saw the Frank Stellas at our tiny art museum). I, too, often find a sacred space to center myself on a trip. Regardless of the denomination or religion, the quiet is a holy space. Great photos and writing. Thanks!
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Lorelai, so nice to hear from you and I agree, completely! Thanks for your visit – Douglas
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