I was photographing St. Malachy's in NYC, on occasion seeing visitors come in, pray, and then leave to continue their day.
Inside, I wondered what each soul might be carrying within, that needed airing in that sacred space, at that appointed time.
Perhaps it was a loved one taken ill. A child out of control. A job teetering on the brink.
Maybe thanksgiving for an unexpected blessing was the motivation.
Regardless, the human approach to the Divine is a wonderful and holy thing. It can be done anywhere.
Like, where you are right now.
No need is too small, and no burden is too great.
Sometimes, just in the sharing itself, there is healing.