Nan Jacobs Vase
“This is for you!” Carol exclaimed, hand outstretched with a tissue-filled gift bag. Malcolm and I had anticipated this visit with our friends Carol and Ben for quite some time. Their warm smiles and hugs portended a joy-filled reunion.
Always grateful for goodies, I pulled the tissue from the bag revealing a tiny, clay vase, wisps of wire and a church-like trinket wrapped around the neck–an exquisite testimony to earthy elegance. I held the vase with my fingers and thumb, the smooth clay hearkening earlier, almost tribal times.
“This will be perfect for Mary’s grotto!” I proclaimed. Just the day before when I had carried a statue of Mary and a candle to the rock deck it became apparent to me a vase would complete the grotto’s altar. At the time, I had made a note to keep an eye out for a small bud vase to place at Mary’s feet.
Carol explained that she had purchased this Nan Jacobs piece a few weeks before at the Mentone Art Show. Weeks before I found the statue of Mary; weeks before the creation of Mary’s Grotto; weeks before any of this, Carol browsed the Mentone Art Show and purchased a tiny vase to complete this yet-to-be conceived sacred space over a hundred miles away.
How do we understand the fulfillment of wishes yet made?
Namaste
