“One instant, you’re just a regular Joe, schlepping through your mundane life, and then suddenly – what is this? – nothing has changed, yet you feel stirred by a grace, swollen with wonder, overflowing with bliss. Everything – for no reason whatsoever – is perfect.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
This busy holiday season, I have become acutely aware of those tiny, fleeting moments of bliss. They restore my sanity, alleviate my stress, and fill me with a sense of wonderment and gratitude…no matter how quickly the moment passes.
Everyday since we’ve returned from the states, we’ve had a houseful of visitors. Now, don’t get me wrong…I enjoy company and take delight in sharing our stories and playing with the kids, but I have so much to do this holiday and little time to do it. When I do get a moment of soulful solitude…it’s blissful.
Ron and I have a running argument about cutting the grass. He likes the wild, untamed look, where I prefer the low landscaped look mainly because I don’t like to be surprised by all the creepy crawlies that bite my feet when I’m wearing flip-flops. Julio came to cut our grass with a machete the other day and Ron said, “Don’t cut the grass under the banana plants because the long tufts sway in the wind. They’re really beautiful when the wind blows.” So, I learned to compromise when I spotted a golden tuft of grass near the lake fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Another blissful moment!
An Osprey was diving for fish over the lake. I glimpsed freedom perched on his wings. It dawned on me that I am as free as the Osprey…I can fulfill my passions without interference. What a blissful moment!
A friend of mine once told me that when I see the litter in Nicaragua as a thing of beauty, then I have arrived. We jokingly call all the colored plastic bags hanging on every tree branch, “Nicaraguan flowers.” I experienced a moment of bliss watching the shreds of plastic bags twinkle in the setting sun. I guess I have arrived.
I don’t often have roaring belly laughs, but yesterday when I was in the park, I spotted the peeing boy fountain wearing new attire. Belly laughs are blissful!
Christmas shopping is stressful. I used to take pride in avoiding all shopping malls over the holiday season. Now, we have no shopping malls and life is simple. Yesterday, I had a moment of bliss while watching the handmade Christmas tree stars sway over the town.
I’ve been in a tizzy trying to make Christmas cookies for everyone in our community. Fortunately, I have lots of helpers, but it is still nerve-racking because all directions need to be in Spanish, and I have to teach them how to use a mixer, a microwave, an oven, and my icing bag with all the different attachments. Lourdes was whipping icing and whirled the green icing all over my kitchen walls. But, there were several moments of bliss, when the cookies came out of the oven. The smells of cookies right from the oven…blissful.
I wish you all to be swollen with wonder, stirred by a grace, and overflowing with bliss this holiday season. No matter how fleeting the moment…life is perfect!
“I used to take prie in….” I love that
Haha! It’s the truth. I’d get anxiety attacks just thinking about the crowds in the malls.
Thank you and God bless you for reminding us all to slow down and see the beauty and bliss that surrounds those of us who take the time to see it. Feliz Navidad!
I think I really needed this reminder today. 🙂 Feliz Navidad mis amigos.
Lovely reminders. We all need blissful moments. Love, Laughter and Light to you and Ron. ( By the way, I can’t tell you how much we enjoyed watching house hunters live. It was a quality show unlike all others. The cultural reasons for choosing the right house really came through. You both can be proud of it. Bravo!!) Now to enjoy bliss…company gone…I hope.
Lynne, I so appreciate your comments about our show. I was worried, after all it isn’t really real, but I think they did a great filming the things we love the best about this country. Happy holidays to you, too.
I baked a provisional batch of rugalach yesterday. Only 3 dozen or so, prune, strawberry and apricot filled. All, of course, have chopped walnuts, too. A blissful moment as my teeth break the crisp, flaky pastry and release the rich, buttery taste with the sweet preserves inside.
Saludos,
Don Cuevas
Only you can describe such a mouthwatering treat. Sweet bliss. Feliz navidad mis amigos.
“Swollen with wonder” – what great wishes for the season 🙂 Oh, and that green icing must have looked like modern art on your red kitchen wall. I love your notice and enjoyment of the small details in life.
Oh Beauty…it was Royal icing, too and it hardened and stuck like cement. The beaters were whirling at top speed and Lourdes was trying to control them unsuccessfully. Well, red and green for Christmas. lol
My husband did this once with blueberry milkshake – he either had the lid of the blender on too loosely or forgot to put it on in the first place. The results were one big mess….