Mother Mary

On a sunny albeit lazy Saturday....in a declaration to myself, "I need to do something for ME today." I found myself in a place that is, well spiritual for me, an estate sale. Depending on the day and the nature of my run, I enter another person's space with reverence and stillness. And this particular day started no different, and interestingly in the basement of this home I found a sanctuary. Upon entering through the doorway there was original artwork-sculptures hanging along the walls. A man was being prodded by his wife to "Come ON!..." but he was mesmorized, as was I, by the art. Art benches lined two walls and there was a book shelf full of art journals, magazines and other paper materials she used for projects. As I took in the beauty of the room and pieces she created, I noticed there was a hot pink bag with a depiction of Mother Mary painted onto it. The bag reminded me of one you might see in a Latina area of town, the colors vibrant and alive, Mary was hanging up high, as if she were watching over things. There is no other way to describe it, I was having a rather, well, spiritual experience. I had felt for some time that my higher self had been calling me to do something creative, I just didn't know what that creative thing was...I thumbed through magazines. I looked at partially used paints, buttons, screws, doll parts, wooden boxes, an old wooden box purse with handles...and then I came upon a book, The Artist's Way A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity  by Julia Cameron.  And at the top of the book it read "A Course in Discovering and Recovering Your Creative Self." I tucked it in my arm-it was mine. I closed my eyes for a few seconds longer than usual and whispered to myself, 'This was it, I needed this. Thank you! Thank you whoever left this book for me!' I took a final look around the room and pulled Mother Mary down from the hook and walked out....