Today I'm inspired by the Holy Spirit.
I'm at least telling myself that because I need to be.
I went to a special mass last night in honor of the Holy Spirit
and I can say I did walk away differently than when I came.
So many things are out of our control in our lives.
I know I need to be better at giving it all back.
But it is not easy for me to do at all.
But it is something I should strive to do.
The Holy Spirit is always seen in art as a dove.
It is defined as the love that flows between God the Father and God the Son.
It is often depicted in Renaissance paintings,
but I have never seen it so lovingly portrayed in a sculpture as this one.
This little chalkware Jesus has glass eyes.
But I find the unique thing about it is the age of Christ.
It isn't often you find Him depicted at this age in art.
Usually, He is an Infant, Merciful, or Glorified.
In more contemporary art, a humble man.
But rarely ever a young boy.
I know it must be Jesus
because of the intimacy between the two figures.
Today, they are photographed with garden flowers,
but this sculpture is not an outdoor sculpture.
It remains on my kitchen counter.
It may seem like a strange place to you...
...but I find a multitude of important decisions
are mulled over and pondered at the kitchen sink.
Pile on the dishes.