Such a story. You headed west "hotter than a pepper sprout," to quote June Carter Cash. (I especially love the upstairs shots with the glowing chandelier angel "wings," or waves, flowing off your spreading arms; and then the many poses on the penitents' table (or "natural bridge," whatever it is). As for the upset clergy officials who saw the Instagram shots, somehow, I exorcise them thusly, "By the power of grace we command them, to leave PranaAna alone over those chapel photographs! By the power of the Goddess we command them, Call of Your Old Tired Ethics (COYOTE), West Virginny clergy, leave her be."