I am not a religious person. I don’t talk about that much, but when I do, I realize it surprises people. I haven’t had a “place of worship” to call my own since I was a teenager really, and that has suited me just fine (though I must say, there is a certain church near me full of very like- minded people that always leaves me feeling peaceful and full of joy when I go, and I went to a Bat mitzvah in Chicago years ago that left me thinking I should have been born Jewish because I fit right in and liked the genuineness of it all…) Anyway, I don’t find my “center”, my gratitude, or my “place” in a church, mosque, or synagogue. I am a spiritual person. I feel grounded. I feel thankful (and take time each day to reflect on that which I am thankful for). But I don’t feel the desire or need to follow an organized religion. But oh – once a year – once a year the National Cathedral in Washington DC moves away all of the chairs. They clear the space out, and it becomes a