This post in the same genre as yesterday’s. I leave you to name that genre.
This weekend Megan commented on my random wall and said she liked it. At least I think she said she liked it. I was happy, because I’m still not sure about it — I’m almost too pleased with it, because it really is a rather random conglomeration of things put up on my wall because they kind of look nice together.
I started with Joan of Arc:
She definitely can stand alone. She’s beautiful, she makes a statement, she can dominate a wall. I would hang her above my fireplace alone. But on this wall she looked a little lonely.
But what could possibly look good next to her?
I have a beautiful little gold bas-relief of St Joan that my pastor gave me when he went over to Germany. It’s one of my favorite pieces, and I knew it would go well with the large picture. I then began assembling other little things that seemed to match, and I eventually came up with my random wall:
When Megan said she liked it, I commented on the random nature of things.
Like the random picture of John XXIII. I don’t have a particular devotion to Bl John XXIII, but I had his picture and it fit up there. It’s a picture from my great aunts’ house.
“There has to be a story about it. Right?” I commented to Meg. I don’t know who is in the picture with John XXIII. “But maybe my aunts knew him. I like to think that. Maybe it was a friend of theirs.”
“I mean, who would have a framed picture of the Pope with some random guy that they don’t actually know?” I pointed out to Megan.
She was silent for a short while.
And then she pointed out that I did.
So maybe that bishop with John XXIII was the Georg Ganswein of one of my great aunts.