Yesterday was an epic Sunday! It was both Trinity Sunday and the Feast of the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the anniversary of my consecration to Jesus through Mary! I absolutely adore seeing the feast and solemnity fall on the same day because of Mary’s intimacy with the Holy Trinity: daughter of the Father, mother of the Son and spouse of the Holy Spirit! In honor of this beautiful day I created some printable files from a couple of watercolor drawings, just click on the image to see the full size, then right click and save. These are 8×10. Enjoy!
For the past four years it’s been my tradition to visit Jennifer Fulwiler’s Saint’s Name Generator and have it choose a saint to be my companion for the new year. My resulting saint has always been just the one I needed for that year.
The first year I did this I was not yet Catholic, but would be at the coming Easter vigil mass. My saint? St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower, whom I was already planning to take as my confirmation saint.
The second year I got St. Paula of Rome, patroness of widows. This one baffled me because I prefer my husband very alive and very well. I was confused all year by this choice. Moving on.
Last year I got St. Elizabeth of Portugal, a holy wife and peacemaker. I became pregnant that year and gave my daughter the middle name Elizabeth in honor of this Elizabeth and Elizabeth, Mary’s cousin and mother of John the Baptist.
This year I was given St. Elizabeth whom I mentioned above, mother of John the Baptist. Utter perfection. Bravo, God.
And Monday I finally figured out why I was given St. Paula.
Today I realized that Monday was her feast day.
I guess more than the specific circumstances which I’m alluding to, the revelation speaks about God’s presence in the midst of what I thought at the time was a hopeless situation. He was there, helping me and guiding me even during those times when I thought he felt absent.
I am extremely happy that a person’s skill with plants does not predict their ability to nurture other living things. Case in point?
My thumb is terribly brown, which is a shame because I love gardens and growing things. I read and re-read Frances Hodgson Burnett’s A Secret Garden growing up. I could just see myself having a little butterfly garden brimming with flowers and lush, exuberant life. Preferably within the bounds of a brick, ivy covered wall accessible by a secret door and a key. But reality? See above.
Oliver and I moved into our house on a December day in 2012. We knew right away that we were going to plant a garden and enjoy fresh vegetables all summer. We received a Home Depot gift certificate for Christmas and promptly decided that we were going to build some raised beds in a little fenced in area off the side of our house. We built the beds and trucked in some soil for them. We planted green beans, bell peppers, squash, tomatoes and onions.
By the summer’s end our harvest consisted of a handful of sickly looking tomatoes, a shriveled squash which implored us to put it out of its misery and a lush crop of pigweed that thought we were doing a most excellent job.
It’s a very lucky thing that a person cannot be indicted for plant slaughter. I could just see a room full of police reviewing surveillance tape of me leaving a store with an incriminating bag of potting soil.
These days I have my eye on a red Mexican bird of paradise plant. I’m hoping that this desert-loving plant will be able to withstand heinous neglect. I took a seed pod from the shrub planted outside St. Joseph’s Catholic Church and plan to germinate the seeds soon. One for me and one for my mom for mother’s day.
The poor plant will have to be hardy to survive my hands. It will be facing a life much like mythological Greek afterlife. It may have to pray for St. Joseph’s intercession to just barely cling to life, much less thrive.
St. Joseph, you tenderly cared for baby Jesus and your verdantly blooming lily. Please pray for all the hapless plants who have the misfortune of depending on me for sustenance.