I came out of the house rushing while tugging my tea party bag. Yes, that is what I call it. Don’t judge. I rushed to the garden. My safe place, sacred place, special place. While saying ‘la-la-la’ with no exact tune I took out a bottle of sanitizer and pressed on the pump of the bottle. It dripped like waves on top of our circular table and I took out a tissue from my ever-trusted tea party bag and started wiping all the dirt that the wind brought. I finally settled down scattering all of my construction paper, colored pens and other arts materials. Getting ready to start doing my bullet journaling. The sun was about to set and I reached for a book trying to read as much as I can before the sun fades into darkness. I touched on the soft last pages of the book and inhaled the scent of the pages. I looked at the bloody red Strawberry and Mango tea that I prepared on a green and blue colored cup that had an orange flower designed in the middle. I wondered if it was still too hot that might burn my lips and spill on my book but I held its handle tightly on my right hand and began to stare at the misty movement of the tea before my eyes. It’s bloody red indeed. As I stared at my cup of tea, I saw our fuchsia and light green umbrella reflecting from my tea along with the slow movements of the clouds peeking and the still blue skies. Those few moments felt like an eternity. I finally placed the tip of my cup onto my lips and breathed in the sweet and sour tangy scent. Finally, I found the guts to take a sip. It’s hot but just right. Its sour and strong, ready for battle. I pursed my lips after taking my first sip. As I held back the cup from my face. A lipstick stain formed on the edge. It made me smile thinking how I wanted to always live each day as if it were my last. I got back to the book I was reading. The story was about, “The Truth in the Lies”. I found it striking to read the part: Keep writing….
I loved that. She was a true author indeed. It reminds me of my own writing where I need to be fearless and to be true to myself. It reminds me of the God I believe in and how He wants me to continue writing my story and sharing it to the world. Suddenly thunder comes. My afternoon tea party looks like it’s going to vanish. The sky grew darker and my mother was nudging me to get back inside the house. I hesitated and in the moment that I sat on a round blue stool it reminded me to savor the moment. This is what I have now. I finished reading the story and looked around our garden. I looked at the trees, the pots that sat on the floors. I savored the moment when the wind was getting stronger almost blowing the clothes that I wore. I embraced the wind. I held on to the moment. These were the moments I miss where I didn’t had time to be still. I began packing my art materials again and I knew that the moment I spent in the garden to save my sanity revealed to me this story that I’m telling you right now. No matter how short my tea party time was, what’s important is that I savored the moment. I pulled out from my tea party bag a golden necklace with a cross and a ring as a pendant. I traced the lace with the tip of my fingers until I reached the hook. I opened the hook and held both ends. I raised it towards my neck and sealed it at the end. On the ring and on the cross is the name of the God I believe in and that name is Jesus. I stood up feeling lighter than I was earlier having my hopes high up as the sky. Yes, I still did what I used to do when there was no pandemic. I wrote, I wore lipstick and I still believed that God will save us from this pandemic and I focused on how to help my sanity even if it was shortly.