When I was 16 my parents FORCED ME to travel through Europe with them and visit art galleries and cathedrals. Or that’s what it felt like at the time, that I was being forced. I did not realize how much of a blessing it would become to me.
We visited St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome, and were looking at the statues of Michaelangelo. I went up to the Pieta, one of the most famous statues in the world, because something about it caught my eye. This was in the 1960s and visitors could still go up to the statues and touch them.
I ran my hand along the marble of the statues and marveled at how smooth it was and how deep the beauty went. It was one of the few statues I connected with.
Here is link to the statue to refresh your memory:
I just realized today that it was a statue of Mary caring for Jesus’ body after he died. Fast forward 50 years and here I am teaching people how to care for their loved one’s body …. teaching anew this ancient sacred tradition.