a moment...

we saw so much history, all of which deserves respect and contemplation, but one thing overwhelmed me: walking through westminster abbey, past the tomb of queen elizabeth I, past edward the confessor, past mary queen of scots, the resting place of geoffrey chaucer. outside things moved slowly. inside a reverence reserved for god. his stories make me laugh, make me think, make me move. i barely know anything about the man. still, i feel like i just walked on holy ground. lovely.