Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 9






A bust of Mary, her nose chipped, 
sits in Anado's studio
waiting for her chance to join
in some work of art
yet to be created.


Comments

Lea said…
Oh how I loved visiting that studio again! Thank you for whisking me back there and evoking in me a wondering of how someone will re-imagine her, chip and all, into something new... its lovely to see you Meri and visit here again!
December 9, 2016 at 2:59 PM
J C said…
Seems Mary is always waiting, in some way or another.
December 9, 2016 at 3:16 PM
Anonymous said…
How I would love to see that studio. Each object I see I imagine being re-created into something else--even the wine bottle.
December 9, 2016 at 3:23 PM
Magical Mystical Teacher said…
Would we have the patience to wait that Mary had?
December 9, 2016 at 4:12 PM
Gillena Cox said…
Our patient gentle Mary, thanks for sharing

much love...
December 9, 2016 at 5:11 PM
rebecca said…
like mother like son-baby jesus waits with his chipped nose too!
i love love love that we have a well of shared inspiring memories together!!!
xo
December 10, 2016 at 7:31 AM
Annie Jeffries said…
I love to collect imperfect statues of Mary. Whether through constant, loving handling or just simple neglect, something of her always survives.
December 10, 2016 at 9:09 AM
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