A Few Words From Notre Dame

A Few Words From Notre Dame

Churches talk. Especially old stone ones. The statues, the stained glass, and all the voices that have been raised in song and worship are now a part of the wood, glass, and ceiling plaster. And it all has something to say—if you listen.

I was like a lot of you yesterday, emotionally gutted as I helplessly watched Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris burn. I have many memories of her. All of them good. All of them sacred nuggets embedded deep into my cells. Her rose windows left me breathless—every damn time. It didn’t matter; dark grey day with little light or super heated summer day with a blazing blue sky, the color wash on the walls was transformative.

She is Paris to me. Mysterious, exquisitely beautiful, and a little over the top. But mostly eternal. To even entertain the notion that Notre Dame would cease to exist was more than I could handle.

Last night, attempting to dive below my grief, which was bubbling right at the surface, I sat to meditate, asking for the ‘bigger picture’, you know, the reasons things happen that stay hidden from us until we ask. Notre Dame did not disappoint; that grand old Dame, started to talk—and she had a lot to say!

Believe it or not, the lady was in dire need of a major facelift and this fire was the path of least resistance for her rebirth.
Real “Phoenix from the ashes” kind of stuff.
You see, they’ve tried over the decades to raise enough money for a major restoration but refurbishing an old cathedral has never really been on the minds of well, anyone but all those amazing people who care about that sort of thing, like historical preservation types, and they just haven’t been able to make the subject sexy enough for people with money to open their wallets.

Long story short, they’ve piecemealed the fixes and they were in the middle of one of these fixes when the fire broke out and it may actually end up being the cause (gasp). Anyway, we all know how it works when you piecemeal shit together—it doesn’t. The new parts just make the old parts look bad, which in turn makes them feel lousier about themselves than they already did and fall into disrepair faster, just to get the much-needed attention. The gargoyles are the WORST— there’s not enough attention in the world for them so naturally they’re crumbling, ready to fall to bits during the next electrical storm—or so says Notre Dame.

By this point, almost nine hundred years into her reign, the ancient cathedral was so sick and tired of looking sick and tired (underneath the fabulous, of course) that she took matters into her own hands and lit a fire (literally) under the Powers That Be for a compete and total restoration—and NOW, finally, that’s what she’ll get.

As I write this, over six-hundred-million euro has been pledged toward her rebirth and it’s been less than twenty-four hours. Additionally, President Macron assures us all that it will be completed in five years. Five years! That’s like nuthin’ in Notre Dame years!

So, in the space of fifteen minutes this venerable old church did what old churches are meant to do—it comforted me.

I don’t mean to get all Jesusy on you, but the timing isn’t lost on anybody, especially me. It’s freaking Holy Week for St. Pete’s sake! A week whose sole focus is death and rebirth. And she’s united the entire world in a way we haven’t seen in decades which, these days, is an Easter miracle. (Another example of Divine intervention— the votive candles along the sides have remained lit—despite the fire, the roof falling in, and the waterfalls of water from the hoses outside—THEY, PEOPLE’S PRAYERS AND INTENTIONS— ARE STILL LIT.)

So, you’ve gotta hand it to the old Dame, she sidestepped total destruction and when the dust settles, she will be a more spectacular version of herself than anyone could have ever imagined. Bravo!

Hot damn Notre Dame—well done! (Sorry, too soon?)

I’m feeling blessed and reborn, how about you?

Carry on,
xox

6 Comments
  • Laura Rothschild says:

    I knew you would have the answers! My heart has wept for days and now there is light. All is well-Amen! Thanks for asking-it’s something we all should remember to do. Can;t get the answers if we don’t ask-I feel much better now. What a metaphor for life. The ashes can bring rebirth and facelifts. Thank you, lovie! xo

  • dominator says:

    Well said and well thought out!
    Happy Easter!

  • Geraldine De Braune says:

    Finding gratitude in unlikely places has become one of my favourite things. Seeing the magic and beauty in a story drenched in “loss” – is an act of defiance and rebirth. I love this. Thank you.

    • jbertolus says:

      Thank you, Geraldine,
      “Defiance and rebirth” is such a better alternative to sadness and defeat—it’s just a change in perspective.
      Thank you for reading!
      xox Janet

Hi, I’m Janet

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