The
trees rustle in the wind, while the clocks gently tick tock the seconds away.
In the corner, my three beasts are gently snoring and dreaming of milk bones
and finally catching that mean mailman. Throughout the house, no noise comes
from any rooms, except the occasional gently stirrings of those in deep
slumber.
But
I sit at my wooden table, calming tea and gardenia candle to my right, faithful
puppy sidekick to my left, and let my surroundings bring me the peace I have
been looking for throughout this week.
If you
have children or are about to have a child, you know the importance of these
quiet moments, usually in the wee morning or the late hours to reflect and
catch your breath. For me, the early morning, when my thoughts race and the
lists begin to form, it is the best time to appreciate Mother Earth.
Opening
the shutters and letting in the gentle light of the sunrise brings me a joy I thought
I once lost. Today, I opened a shutter to discover a rose bush my Mother
planted for her Stella. She said that one day, Stella will take care of the
beautiful roses and think of her Lita, knowing just how much she was loved and
adored.
For
my little girl, I will plant gardenias by the front door, so that each time she
returns home, the familiar scent will fill her soul and remind her of love.
Those few precious moments when our senses bring us happiness and love, those
are the best feelings that briefly flutter in and out of our lives.
I
guess what I am trying to say is, today, at the beginning of Lent, take the
time to stop and smell the roses (or gardenias). Take a moment to relish at the
beauty that surrounds you (even if it’s snow for our friends up north) and let
it wrap your senses in love.






