Spiral rainbow

Gregorian Chants

Gregorian chants, my early childhood experiences in monasteries … For worse or better! it did something to me, seriously…. I still can smell dampness, cold and incense and insanity woven into the endlessly timeless monotonously trancy chants echoing in the candle lit chapels and in all of my bones. curse and contemplation and no mercy or the consolation that all that would be gone eventually …. once I would walk through that high and heavy oak door and I would be resurrected in the temple of nature, colours and birdsong all around me and whispering trees, the smell of earth and the lapping soft waves of a stream, the dream of the truth of the reality of being.