The woman across the table looked at me. We each had piles of collage papers around us. I had just remarked that the line of art pieces each person in the class had done, looked sacred and regal.
Her face lit up. “I love saint paraphernalia,” she said.
“I’m not Catholic,” I answered, unsure of what she meant.
“Oh, I’m not either, I just love the beautifully illustrated lives of the saints, and the candles, and gilt-edge books,” she added.
I smiled, having misunderstood her to say that she loved Saint Paraphernalia, and assuming I misunderstood one of the names in the panoply of Catholic saints.
Now I’m thinking that Saint Paraphernalia needs to be the patron saint of multi-media and collage artists.
We pray to her to help us sort through the boxes to find that little corner with that color or design that fits right here, that we need now, that can’t be found. Saint Anthony, patron saint of lost things really isn’t what we need. We need someone who loves color and texture, little found pieces of art. She values order but knows that order isn’t the answer to storage problems. Remembering what the order we chose to use is the important thing.
And then there is remembering what we finally threw out last week and need now. Followed by leading us out of despair. A perfect saint for those who deal in small, treasured objects.
—Quinn McDonald thinks she needs all the divine help, of any kind, she can get.