The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes
A Comfortable and Welcoming Place
Oh, Recycled Books… you slay me. Well-played.
The first time I ever visited the Square was during the start of my freshman year at UNT. A few of my friends and I had met down in the lobby of our dorm room to walk over to Jupiter House to meet with our Bible study group one night. The Square is, without a doubt, my favorite hangout spot in Denton. Whether I’m meeting someone for coffee or working on homework at Jupiter House, or simply browsing around Recycled Books, I find the Square to be a very informal, comfortable and welcoming place to be.
A Powerful Place
I haven’t been to church in almost three years. As a Christian, I do feel a little guilty for admitting that, but after moving to Denton, I never really got plugged back into any church, let alone another Catholic church. In fact, at the time, I didn’t think I even wanted to exclusively attend Catholic church anymore, but that’s a different story for a different day. Anyway, it was only a couple of weeks ago that I started attending Cross Timbers Community Church, a nondenominational place of worship that welcomes people from all walks of life. I don’t know why I never thought of going here before, since it’s just within walking distance from where I live. Nonetheless, I’ve only attended one service, and I love it already. It’s not at all structured like a church in the traditional sense. I mean, I showed up in a dress and sandals, and I was clearly overdressed for the occasion. There’s no rigidity or formality. There’s just us, a group of imperfect people gathered together in song and praise, and that’s it.
An Intimidating Place
The most intimidating place that I’ve ever been to would have to be the Louvre Museum in Paris, France (as mentioned in a previous post). I kid you not, I just about lost my mind at the size of some of the paintings I saw. As if the actual piece itself wasn’t already glorious enough…
Although it was rather intimidating at first, it was also the perfect source of inspiration for my own artwork. Later that day, I immediately broke out my drawing pad to sketch out various parts of the one-bedroom apartment we were staying in. It’s been five years since that life-changing European adventure, and a copy of that very same drawing now hangs in a frame in my grandparents’ kitchen.