Notre Dame burned down yesterday. I didn't cry. I watched fires engulf this old bastion of Christianity. I watched the spired cross as it fell to the ground. Some of us have waited lifetimes for certain moments. It is not lost on me that this ancient church and nexus burned on holy week. I would have preferred it not burn. Unlike the monotheists I do not believe in total destruction of other religions icons, art and architecture. A secular museum would have been preferred.
A chink out of the old storm gods armor to be sure. He won't go down without a fight.
The priests of science will have to wait though, because the monotheists still have war in mind. Excited dreams of apocalypse. Crescendo. And the wheel turns. I feel weary. Wild spaces must be protected. Life revered. We will need stamina in the coming days. And as always I walk in service to the Lady.