Traveling out of the Downtown of Oceanside to one of our most cherished historical Churches.
The Arts of the Past...
Images of the Hands who built.
As I sat in the lovely restored interior of the San Luis Rey Mission for a Requiem Mass listening to the songs of beauty and love, I could see all around me the quiet hands which built this magnificent
The walls of plaster painted with the designs and embellishments of the
yesteryear, and the Paintings of ancient heritage were all encompassing. Mission
Can you feel history in your inner core…yes it is possible. The very air seemed to vibrate with these hands of history and the sounds of feet treading along the Central Isle of the Church of hundreds of years resonated within me as an overlay to the music of the Now.
Old Buildings do this to me. I see the inhabitants of the past going about their earthly chores and giving of themselves to the building of the
, the Cathedral, or Civic projects of the Times
gone by. Touching the oldness of such a place is one of communion with the
hands of time. I feel the vibrations of intent and accomplishment of the Hands.
It is the same when visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art …the Egyptian
sculptures are born again with me, within my heart of knowing. Mission
The San Luis Rey is within my sightline every day I drive down the hill of Rancho
Oro. The gleaming whiteness of the wall, the
sublime curves of the colonnade, and most of all the Blue Dome blending into
the sky above. I do no often go inside
the del , but when I do, it is with the anticipation of my intense
interaction of sight, of hearing the whispers of time, but most of all, the
vibrations of my heart connecting to the Hands of the past and their commitment
to a task well done. Mission Church