Today Notre Dame Cathedral was on fire. As far as I can tell the world paused to watch, to ponder, to mourn and to consider for a moment what is holy, permanent, or worth remembering. The parallel between the burning of Our Lady and the life and demise of Joan of Arc is a connection too obvious to be ignored. For years, I have had important things to share about the story of this martyr but for whatever reason was holding back. Watching the flames today has encouraged me.
While most mothers these days are not found sitting at the loom, there is something inherently motherly in textiles. My mind is flooded with snapshot images of my mother tucking the quilts around me as I went to sleep, wrapping a warm towel around me as I got out of the bathtub, or helping me bundle up in scarves and coats before sending me out to play in the snow with a kiss on the nose. There is something of motherly warmth in a blanket and Mother's Day is a wonderful moment to return the favor to our mothers.