Today when I saw this picture of the little park outside the Cathedral of Matanzas my memory went back to a day when I went to a mass with my school and we were asked to bring a white flower for Our Lady. My mother had given me a beautiful gardenia to take with me. I remember the lovely scent and how I wished I could keep the flower for myself. By offering it to Our Lady more than fifty years later the beauty and scent of that gardenia still lingers in my thoughts and in my heart.
The path of my life frequently leads me through dark tunnels. Some are short and the light comes quickly, the length varies from tunnel to tunnel. Some are very long with the light so far away that I tend to dwell in the darkness and despair that the light will never come. Then when it finally does, instead of basking in the light I dread the next tunnel.
Perhaps it’s not too late for me to learn to appreciate the tunnels as opportunities for soul-searching and learning so that I may fully enjoy the light when it comes no matter how short its duration.
Up to now it had been my understanding that I had never worn a bikini. My battle with my weight together with a sense of modesty had always been a factor on the bikini issue. But photographic evidence has been uncovered and I can no longer deny the fact that at least once in my lifetime I owned and proudly wore a bikini.
To commemorate my father’s birthday we decided to go Cuban. We prepared Cuban sandwiches (our version – no Cuban bread but close enough when pressed), homemade mariquitas accompanied by Materva. For dessert we made guava and cheese pastelitos using Pepperidge Farm puff pastry. We shopped for the guava paste at a nearby Price Rite. We certainly felt Mima’s presence as we shopped. At the entrance they had a display of potted sunflowers – sunflowers remind me of Mima. Veronica got one for her garden. Then as we searched for the guava paste, we came across this:
“Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me”
Each day as I try to work through the many small tasks that make up my day, I realize that they are of no importance to anyone but me. Yet things must get done to maintain a certain order in life. We all prioritize our lives in order to survive in the best possible way we know how. It is a lifelong mission to figure out our purpose. Every individual struggles and each one’s life experience differs. Is it any wonder that there is so much conflict among humans?
Let’s not be harsh and judge others unjustly. Most people truly want what is best, but there are as many definitions of what is best as there are people in the world. Let’s appreciate the simple things that we take for granted. After all in the midst of the confusion the sun came up this morning and the birds are singing.