The Lily – the flower of purity


‘Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by worrying can add a single hour to his span of life? And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?’

I am very much a girl. I used to love clothes and treasure hunting in thrift stores. I was never one for brand names, but I did love vintage. All through high school the local thrift stores were filled to the brim with treasures from the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. It was always such a fun adventure digging around and seeing what gem was buried. I had a penchant for the old clothing but there was also old electronics, records, movies, suitcases… It was fun.

But as time passed, things changed. As we moved further from those decades, the finds at the thrift stores slowly dimmed. A Yaga shirt from the 90’s was a pale find compared to a hand-embroidered blouse from the 60’s. And now? There is no art left in thrifting, it has become purely utilitarian for me and strictly commercial for others. Clothes mean little to me now, which is good, otherwise I might be heartbroken by this decline.

Also, as I woke up to the actual state of our existence, a frilly blouse felt grossly out of place. Even wearing floral print, my favorite thing, seemed inappropriate. Now I wear my clothes as a soldier his uniform. Something appropriate to cover my body and fight the good fight.

My thing nowadays is head coverings. I’ve always loved hats, but all types of coverings became important after I read, ‘For if a woman does not cover her head, she might as well have her hair cut off; but if it is a disgrace for a woman to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, then she should cover her head.’

Since they are not completely en vogue at the present, I had to get creative and order from a chemotherapy head covering site. I love the African head covers but that did not feel like something I could appropriately pull off. Nor could I rightly wear a hijab, though they are very beautiful too. And the traditional Catholic veils are lovely but not practical for everyday use.

So, I will wear my chemo head coverings with t-shirts and $5 leggings. Along with my San Antonio Shoe dishwasher’s boots. Is it wrong, Father? That I should love this outfit more than all the floral dresses in the world?

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