I have been a Mother Mary girl all my life. I fell in love with her during my Catholic upbringing. I only came to love my name last year, at the age of 54 years. It suddenly dawned on me that Linda Marie, which seemed so common for the 1950’s, was actually the perfect name for me. Linda means beautiful and of course, Marie is one of the forms of Mary. I am a beautiful Mary! The women who gathered around Mary during the time of Jesus were called Marys.
So…I was gifted with a small unusual rock from my rock man. It is so tiny, less than an inch in height. It was so strange the way it was formed. I immediately thought of a shrine for Mother Mary. I told him that I would have to make a tiny clay figure of her to place inside of it. I could hear my girlfriend laughing in my head as she would tease me that she feared if I had access to old bathtubs, I would plant them in the ground to create Mother Mary shrines. We have all seen them, painted sky blue with the statue of Mother Mary placed inside.
I was holding my small rock and thinking about the shrine. I found an medal of Mother Mary that I had rescued from an old jewelry box. I pealed the metal backing off of the ceramic painting of Mother Mary. It was a tiny bit too wide for the rock opening. I placed some gold foil inside the cavity of the rock and by slightly bending the painting, I was able to get Mother Mary situated in the rock. It totally made my day! I love her! So tiny and so perfect. It is my miniature shrine, very handy for traveling.
A little bit of creativity goes a long way to pleasing this heart of mine. I have to remember this daily as the act of creation is so satisfying.