Maybe seven years ago my husband was working for this company where he found a framed poster of The Virgin Mary in the dumpster. That broke his heart, so he brought her home to live with us where he knew she would be appreciated. A framed poster of The Virgin Mary is a bit kitschy but luckily that's my style anyway. At our old home we had a fireplace and she had a place of honor on the mantle. About four years ago we bought our town house where there is no fireplace. No worries, I bought a small mantle and created an altar for her in a hallway. On the shelf are an old night light my grandmother bought for my daughter when she was a baby and a cornhusk doll of The Virgin Mary that my mom bought in Mexico. The two tin candle sconces are handpainted with La Virgin de Guadalupe. I never would have come up with this decorating scheme if my husband had not brought home that first framed poster. Now, I can't imagine not living with her.
A rosary hangs on the sconce to the left. Sometimes I light candles. My son Marty often leaves trinkets on the mantle when he is in trouble. I've seen him smiling at her, then bowing his head in silent prayer. I never ask him what he's doing. Spirituality is private sometimes.
This is an Infant of Prague. I desperately want one. A Chech friend of mine had one when I was growing up and I loved to brush the hair of Jesus and change His precious velvet robes. I always have my eyes open for one that I love and can afford. I saw one for $400 at a Catholic bookstore once and it just wasn't in my budget. I've added a link to George Harrison singing My Sweet Lord. I can listen to that song forever. I love the part when he says, "I really wanna know ya." That's how I feel. I used to skip and sing with the Hare Krishna singers at airports when I was a kid. I thought they were just great. Embarrassed the heck out of my Mom, I'm sure. Story of my life. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wynYMJwEPH8&feature=player_detailpage
Until next time...
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