I have been thinking. 
Big surprise! I have a lot going on in my head so I went in search for some calmness to help me focus.
I discovered Pitchfork.tv at Green-Wood Cemetery this morning. I will not go into the details of how I got there, but it started with Pokémon and ended with Grizzly Bear on Pitchfork.tv.
I was swept away in the visuals of the chapel, and found this very calming and it made me smiley. The first song was hypnotic for me titled Foreground. The second Fix It had my drumbeats that always make me happy that is all I will say….drums. The third song I Live With You brought everything together for me. Sight-sound-emotion-happy ears and soul. I can’t explain what the sounds did for my brain — our language does not have the proper words.
Best word maybe “Hyggelig“?
I couldn’t stop my eyes from sucking in the beautiful images of the chapel. I love chapels and old churches. I could wander and wander through old churches and cemeteries. Possibly for years and years. It always makes me think of all of the people that existed before and how they connected to the world. I always wonder about what stories they created, left behind, and sent out into the cosmos for eternity. In that moment of reading their name I am part of their story and now they are part of mine. What will I do with their name? Usually I take pictures and capture their existence into my image files. I will look at them and think of them or be inspired in some way.
I would love to touch every square inch of that chapel. I would rub my fingers across the stain glass images and think of the stories from the bible that were formed into those images. I would swim in the colors and details and find a peace that I tend to lose a lot of the time. The arches, and crevasses in the stone would send me soaring into other worlds. The tiny cracks that always make me think of interlocked lives on this planet and beyond. I find peace in the not knowing, and the ever dreaming.
That is what I felt watching these three videos this morning. Joy. Comfort. Peace. Integration. Sharing a bit of warmth through the internet. 
I also found this intriguing site The Situationist.
About The Situationist I guess my thoughts ended there…for a moment.
“Beside me on the corner was the town’s Catholic Church, a structure battered in peeling white stucco and a forlorn tar rooftop. For a glimpse I was back inside the tranquil walls of the church of my childhood padding through the echoing corridors beneath the intricate archways and the steep slanting balconies.” ~ I had to go copy and paste this prose from my writing. Your post brought me right back. I used to go into churches by myself as a child, when they were dark, and no one was there. I found so much piece (peace). I love how you make up words, too. Sounds like you found some wonderful retreat.
Oh! I love what you wrote. I got a sneak peek too in my mind.
. I didn’t go to church much as a child, but I on weekends with my dad sometimes I would go. I would walk the halls and sit in the quiet sanctuary when they adults stood on the steps gabbing. I used to sit in the sanctuary of one my old churches when no one was around, the lights were off except for the small hue of light poking through. It was so quiet and I enjoyed just sitting in the quiet. There are some great old churches around here that I have visited, but my absolute favorites were the hundred year old churches I got to visit in Sweden. Oh, my goodness the structures, the quiet, the details, everything I never wanted to leave them.
Are you referring to the word Hyggelig? It is a a Danish word simple definition “Danish culture is “hygge”: relaxing with good friends or loved ones” However, I do make up words all the time. The kids and I speak in “our” language all the time. Many people would consider it gibberish, but we know what we are saying.
Like “Laclique’ mora do minna” Please speak your language. Ha ha ha Sometimes we make it up as we go. We have fun and get the giggles.