Mom’s favorite statue of Mary, because she’s so pure and simple and graceful and reflective of God, she explained to me many times. Many times, repeatedly, trying to get me to think creatively about how to express the spiritual life with the materials of this world, insisting on making the sacred mysteries somehow accessable but even all the more sacred as mystery.
As the days go by, the wild flowers are repeating themselves as well in that they are also available to us so that we might enter into the sacred mysteries of Jesus having such a good mom for us, you know, by giving her some flowers. For you Mary. Amen.