I always get grumpy when I am working on Joan of Arc. Not because I dislike her, or her text. Quite the opposite, actually. I've been fascinated with Joan for most of my life (girls with swords have to stick together.) And the more I learned about her, the more fascinated I became. Like King Arthur, she had a miraculous sword. (Hers was pulled from under the altar stone at the church of Ste. Catherine de Fierbois.) Gilles de Rais, the man who became known as Bluebeard, served under her in the French army. And she was brave, and articulate.
And she was burned to death when she was nineteen. Because she wore men's clothing.
So I get a little bit grumpy when I write about her.
Which is why I have been watching this video, (link will auto-play) over and over, for the past few days. It has some of my favorite sorts of things in: art in a public place, spontaneous dance. And it makes me happy. And until I am done with this dissertation chapter, I could use the reminder that there is joy and beauty and creation in the world.