I woke up with a song in my head on Sunday and I knew what had to be done. Â There’s an old school song that mami used to like called Perfume de Gardenia. I’ve been talking about planting a gardenia bush in this awesome planter that she had in the house but never used.Â I’ve been building pictures in my head (and on Pinterest) as to what the outside of the house would be looking like.
Mami has been speaking to me this week through flowers and songs. Â Through the outdoors as spring begins to bloom. Â I’m being drawn outside more and more. In spite of my migraine today, I headed out to plant. I felt such awesome peace at the sight of such simple beauty. Â Had tons of different thoughts. Â About letting go. About enjoying the present moment and not getting stuck in the drama that we sometimes build for ourselves by focusing too much on the past or on the future.
And out of nowhere, pops out this passage:
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
â€œAnd why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe youâ€”you of little faith?Â So do not worry, saying, â€˜What shall we eat?â€™ or â€˜What shall we drink?â€™ or â€˜What shall we wear?â€™ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. – Matthew 6:25-34
Anywho, this is what I ended up with:
Seeing the flowers and starting to really picture the front of the house, colorful for spring made me smile. Â And it reminded me that life goes on. Â That people are not forgotten. Â That the words that I tattooed on my back become truer each day: To Live In the Hearts of Those We Leave Behind Is Not to Die. – Thomas Campbell.
I was also reminded not to worry, not to hold on to a grudge or a misunderstanding. The flowers don’t. If they did, I doubt they’d have time or energy to grow to be this beautiful.
Have you had a mami moment recently?