It’s all around you

Julie mango

Julie mango

It’s been a week since we returned from our latest holiday visit to Trinidad, land of my youth.   It was hotter than usual for July so even the locals were complaining.  Whenever I think about visits to Trinidad two things are important: renewing relationships with family and friends, and encounters with that gastronomic delight that I have had the privilege to experience over the years; a freshly picked, ripe Julie mango. Manzanilla Of course there are other mango varieties out there. In fact within a small radius of the house that I grew up in there are about 12 different varieties!

In spite of the heat there was much to appreciate during this visit: trips to Manzanilla beach driving along crazy roads; lots of good food and good conversation; connecting with my younger brother who I had not seen in 25 years; meeting Miguel my nephew.

song bird

song bird

morning glory

glory in the morning

Fat pork

Fat pork / Cocoa Plum

My favorite time of day was early morning.  Sitting outside on one of these occasions I realize that I am surrounded by glory.  All of creation, birds in clamorous chorus, trees of the field resplendent with flowers and fruit clothed in a variegated garment of greens;  the rhythm of day and night; sunshine and rain; heat and cold; dryness and humidity display the glory and faithfulness of God.

tropical cumulus

Tropical cumulus

 We have to slow down to experience the richness of it all. We are surrounded by much that is beautiful.  We can miss seeing it because it is familiar our because we do not take the time to slow down and appreciate the gifts we have been given.

What do you need to slow down and appreciate?

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Cliff {AMDG}

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2 Responses to It’s all around you

  1. Dianna

    I could feel the nostalgia creeping up with each word, each experience, each picture. How much like John Keats we feel when we return and realize that we grew up in Paradise. Poetry comes alive in us and there is a longing for the days of youth. But alas! It is still there for us like a wonderful memory. It’s home and that poem from elementary school, that said, ‘those who ate the cascadura fish…’ I ate some of those, did you?

    • cliff

      Dianna, Loved your comment. Glad the words evoked some positive vibes. I had my fair share of cascadoo. Always tasty. End in Trinidad my days?! Maybe.

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