Holy. I drove by this chapel every day for more than two-and-a-half years, while putting my child to sleep in the car. When the rigors of early motherhood would bring me down, I would question a life without any time for personal growth or wandering. I wished I could stop here at this spot and explore, but I knew my widh was an impossible one. Frankly, there were times I thought I'd never again do anything, simply to feed my soul and nourish my wandrlust. After the fervor of the early days, I drove by and wished I could stop here and see it for myself, but I was raising an energetic kid and I was trying to not curb or limit her instincts, often to my own detriment. So I knew it wasn't the right time for wishing yet. Then came a time when I believed that I should only visit this place, armed with a great camera and in the company of a friend with a penchant for exploring equal to mine, but one wasn't around to wander and explore with. So, I decided that today was the perfect day to finally fulfill my wish. And am I glad I did. Don't wait for perfect to show up and hand you bliss. Go after what you wish for, however imperfect the circumstances may be. That's what's holy to me.