In 2011 my life was about to take a severe jag out into left field. Until just a couple of years prior, I didn’t think that I would ever find a mate, or ever have the kind of financial situation that would allow me to travel around the world much. Hell, I could barely afford to watch Anthony Bourdain travel on TV (seriously America, why is cable and internet so expensive here?). mommyPrimate and I had just been accepted into the English Program in Korea and were on an epic road trip across North America visiting with friends and family before heading into the great unknown of life abroad. Her sister lives in New York, New York, and we were in town for a visit.
It was cold, and I was intimidated by the city in general. mommyPrimate suggested as we get out of the house that we check out the Cathedral because she remembered it being pretty cool. We walked the 5 or 7 blocks or so up to 110th and Cathedral Parkway and went inside. I was blown away by the size of the place, the stained glass, and very welcoming atmosphere.
Fast forward a couple of years. mommyPrimate and I had just become mrandmrsPrimate and moved to New York. Not having a ton of money, the Cathedral was kinda a great place to hang out in the heat of the summer, and it’s a quiet place in a city that is anything but quiet. Being quite modern, St. John’s is an easy place for more secular people to visit, too…and then came the tours.
The stained glass at St. John’s is thematic,reflecting on professions of NYC and their ancient roots. This panel depicts Hippocrates, with biblical figures who followed a similar path in the panels below
We took a symbology tour where they led us around the massive building looking at all of the subtle details and explaining their biblical references. It was also pretty enlightening to find out where all of the art and furnishings came from (all over Europe, all over the timeline, and so on).
A couple of weeks later we found ourselves on the “vertical tour” of the Cathedral. A trip up into the dizzying heights of the church where I constantly felt as if I was going to barf. Heights are not my thing. The architecture and design of the loftiest places in the church were showcased in a great way, though, and I’m very happy to have experienced it, much the same way as I am happy to have climbed to the cupola of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, and don’t mind the idea of never, ever, being up that high again with such small railings.
New York is a great city for church hopping, and the ability to walk from amazing site to amazing site on a whim is something I much miss about life in New York. Now I must end this post, as babyPrimate is waking up and will require my full attention.