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Staying in

The other day a few women I was talking to agreed among themselves how happy they would be to just stay in, cozy in their own homes, instead of being obliged to go out to various other places so frequently.

And I thought there’s something to agree with in that, as I too really enjoy staying home, where everything is just as I prefer it, comfortable, cozy, and quiet.

So I thought to find a picture of someone snug in their bed in order to illustrate the idea, which led to a rather surprising discover: in searching medieval art, most depictions of people in bed are rather drama-filled. Besides the expected depictions of adultery, there are many other interesting categories of illustration:

One of the most beautiful is of poor Tobit getting a blinding eye-full of bird poo, which leads to all sorts of interesting adventures (See the Book of Tobit in the Bible for the full story). This one is worth a close look. Such beautiful detail, from the fabrics to the mechanics of the cooking setup, and, well, to the providential bird.

Being killed in bed is not uncommon, as many images depict. Or, as in the following, being awakened to receive the news that other people have been killed:

Of course there is being dead in bed, with scenes of mourners, angels or devils gathered around you. This one is especially spectacular, as it is the death of the Virgin Mary, with all of Heaven gathered around her to carry her up (by tradition she rose bodily into Heaven, rather than just in spirit).

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If one isn’t dead yet, one might be sick, and pictures of people being attended to while sick are common. Here’s King Louis IX being healed by a piece of the True Cross:

Of course, childbirth is often centered around a bed in art from this period, and in many cases the pictures include adjacent scenes of midwives washing the child, servants bringing food to the tired mother, and family members peeking in from nearby. This is the birth of John the Baptist, in a beautifully detailed architectural setting:

And finally, there is socializing in bed, or at least near the bed. It’s not uncommon for scenes of (usually royal) meetings being held with the bed centrally featured in the scene, even if it is neatly made and not being used. Here are a couple examples:

First, a Bavarian queen receiving a gift:

And here, a French king receiving visitors:

Not again!

I once told a friend that my list of complaints was so long it probably went all the way to hell and back. She replied, in all seriousness, that it probably originated in hell.

I still reflect on this bit of wisdom years later. She had something of a good point to consider.

Sadly, our friendship faded away. She was someone I admired and appreciated, but perhaps some collision between the zig zags of her own life and my tendency to be a bit obnoxiously brash led to a slow distancing and eventual vaporisation… it will be nice to see her again one day. Even if she might join the list of other lost friends whom I hope to re-encounter in heaven, where our mutual adoration of God will manifest in utter joy in seeing each other there.

The complaints which she wisely commented on are usually of things that are common and predictable occurrences, in any case. The complaint serves what purpose exactly? To ask for sympathy, I’d guess.

“Oh, it’s so hot, and my back hurts and my paycheck is late and whatever shall I do about my noisy neighbors?”

These aren’t requests for helpful suggestions, since ordinary means of resolving them already exist and — complaints usually being repetitive — the same problems have been suffered through many times before. I suspect it’s a desire for unity of spirit and friendship. “Ah, this heat!” “Oh, it’s terrible.” “My, my so hot.” “It is indeed.”

Do we want the same when we offer a litany of praise instead of a litany of complaint? “My God, how beautiful the sky is today!” “Right? It really is amazing!” Probably, though I find the litany of praise a much less common component of ordinary conversation.

What about the litany of praise of sufferings? Hardly exists, I’d think. “Well, it sure is nice to have this quiet time in bed, now that I have the flu.” “Oh, I know what you mean, being sick is such a blessing.”

Saint Therese of Lisieux, sick in bed…