God is our clothing.
Julian of Norwich: "I saw that for us he (God) is everything that is good and comforting and helpful. He is our clothing, wrapping and enveloping us for love, embracing us and guiding us in all things, hanging about us in tender love, so that he can never leave us." (Revelations of Divine Love. Trans. Elizabeth Spearing. London: Penguin, 1998, 7)
I can't say that I ever thought of God as our clothing before, but I kind of like this image...like putting on an old sweatshirt and a well-worn pair of jeans. Or like watching Betsy the other day wear and love my florescent green sushi pajamas.
I'm really quite glad, my sushi pajamas have a new home. I bought them on 4th Street in Berkeley three or four years ago; they were a bit of a splurge, but I really liked them, and I didn't own any proper pj's so I got them. They've got this really cute sushi print all over; like the sushi posters you see at Japanese restaurants showing you the nigiri sushi. It's really educational; it tells you what ebi looks like, toro, maguro etc. I really like them a lot, except they're flannel. And not just any flannel, but industrial-strength super-insulated flannel or something. I get so hot wearing these pajamas that I don't think I've lasted an hour without kicking off my comforter. I boil in them, and thus, I never wear them.
Betsy's pj's are worn out, and the other night she was over, so I brought them out. I could tell she liked the color right away and was really intrigued by the design. She put them on and even though the arms and legs were too short, her face just glowed with delight. She honestly looked so happy, which made me very happy and then proceeded to wear them for the rest of the night. "Wow! Don't you just want to eat me?" she kept exclaiming. Uh, not really, but I'm really glad you like them and that you're not too hot in them. She just kept beaming; she looked so comfortable, relaxed, wrapped up in florescent flannel, my fellow foodie enveloped in wonderful suggestions of sushi. She looked so loved.
I can't say that I ever thought of God as our clothing before, but I kind of like this image...like putting on an old sweatshirt and a well-worn pair of jeans. Or like watching Betsy the other day wear and love my florescent green sushi pajamas.
I'm really quite glad, my sushi pajamas have a new home. I bought them on 4th Street in Berkeley three or four years ago; they were a bit of a splurge, but I really liked them, and I didn't own any proper pj's so I got them. They've got this really cute sushi print all over; like the sushi posters you see at Japanese restaurants showing you the nigiri sushi. It's really educational; it tells you what ebi looks like, toro, maguro etc. I really like them a lot, except they're flannel. And not just any flannel, but industrial-strength super-insulated flannel or something. I get so hot wearing these pajamas that I don't think I've lasted an hour without kicking off my comforter. I boil in them, and thus, I never wear them.
Betsy's pj's are worn out, and the other night she was over, so I brought them out. I could tell she liked the color right away and was really intrigued by the design. She put them on and even though the arms and legs were too short, her face just glowed with delight. She honestly looked so happy, which made me very happy and then proceeded to wear them for the rest of the night. "Wow! Don't you just want to eat me?" she kept exclaiming. Uh, not really, but I'm really glad you like them and that you're not too hot in them. She just kept beaming; she looked so comfortable, relaxed, wrapped up in florescent flannel, my fellow foodie enveloped in wonderful suggestions of sushi. She looked so loved.
posted by graceh at 2:04 AM
1 Comments:
Your quote made me feel happy. Then the story about Betsy to demonstrate made me feel even happier because Betsy it so cool and I could picture her having a happy time in the Sushi pants.
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