I've always adored Russian and Greek Orthodox art. I have a little Russian Orthodox carving of the Blessed Mother, the Christ child, and (grown up) Jesus on my altar; the portrait of Saint Lucy on my altar is Greek Orthodox. I bought the Mary-child-Jesus carving for $6 at Archangel Bookstore (a Russian Orthodox book and religious supply store) in the Inner Sunset. The priests who work behind the counter at Archangel are both very sweet and very deadpan.

I went in Solstice night 2006 with Melissa, after we'd done some rituals at Ocean Beach, and we had the most hilarious conversation about saints I think I've ever had with a priest. I was looking at all of the amazing icons at Archangel, and explaining to M. that I'd found this eery and gorgeous portrait of a female saint holding a set of eyes on a plate at my parents' house; that I was pretty sure that it was Greek Orthodox, but that I had no idea how the hell it had come into my family, since they're Italian-Catholic.

The priest behind the counter just jumped in "Oh, that's Saint Lucy! Do you know her story?"

"No, what is it? Tell me!"

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"Well, a young man was in love with her, and told her she had beautiful eyes, so she pulled out her eyes..."

Melissa and I were both a little taken aback at this, but the priest was... Well, deadpan. Maybe he got some joy out of grossing us out? He continued:

"...As if to say 'These bodies we're in, they're immaterial, they don't matter compared to the soul! Here, have the eyes, I don't need 'em.' That's why her eyes are on the plate in her pictures."

"Um... Wow. That's so..." (horrifying?!) "Intense!"

As we left the store, honey-scented candles and icons for our altars wrapped up in wax paper, the priest called out, cheerily:

"Merry Christmas, girls -- or, you know, whatever you celebrate!"

Horrifying or not, I keep St. Lucy around. The portrait is beautiful, and having the patron saint of sight around feels helpful, especially when I think about "sight" in a less eye-specific way. Sometimes I need help seeing clearly, discerning what I'm feeling. Sometimes I need to be reminded that I see just fine, that I can trust my intuition. And Lucy seems like the right saint for that.

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