Monday, 6th January, was the celebration of Epiphany for those people, churches, cultures, countries that follow the Gregorian calendar for feast days.
The sky was heavenly blue
and, nearer to me, the flowers were blue-hued too.
And, every which way I turned, I saw more manifestations of blue,
until I felt as though I were swathed in the most precious of precious-blue fabrics, in much the same way as Mary, the Madonna, is often depicted, cloaked in a mantle of Mary-blue,
or ultramarine , as it is more properly called.
And it felt good; it felt blissful to be luxuriating in an aura of ‘divine’ blue-ness, as I went about my small tasks and errands, dressed, in reality, not like an artistically rendered Madonna but like this…
in very ordinary, cotton garments that are showing their age, and mine. Yet, oddly, they are garments that might be considered, by some, as slightly more glamorous than what Mary was actually wearing in Bethlehem, and thereafter 🙂 . I wonder about that. I wonder what Mary thought about her clothes; or if she thought about them at all. I wonder, if on the day the Magi came with their gifts, Mary felt as if she were wearing the plainest robes, or as if she were wrapped in the ‘richest’ cloth her world had to offer? And I wonder if she would be surprised at how we have dressed her through the centuries; would she say, ‘But you are dreaming..”, or would she say, ” Yes, it was so; exactly so. I was beautiful.”
To be continued….possibly