Cuba 2014 – Part 5 – Flower Power

Those of you who know me know how much I love flowers. Flowers are one of my favourite symbols of life and resurrection. Flowers constantly remind me to open my eyes to see and cherish the beauty all around me. Even in the depths of winter when several feet of snow cover the ground, I can still feel, pulsing deep within my own soul, the miracle slowly unfolding deep beneath the frozen earth. I experience the keen instinct for hibernation that our northern winters force on so much of nature around us, and the long waiting (and yearning) for Spring to arrive when those tulips and daffodils once again begin to unfurl themselves back to life.

In Cuba, there is no snow, so the gardens can grow all year round. This year we saw more flowers in our family’s gardens then ever before. While the tomato plants and various fruit trees (banana, orange, mango, lemon and almond to name a few) provide welcome sustenance for the body, the flowers provide another sort of sustenance for the soul. We were treated to a constant feast of colour and beauty this year, which I tried to capture on film…but I could never quite capture the pulsing joy that my heart felt seeing these gardens flourishing in places where we had not seen them before, in barren-looking places which I would never have thought COULD be so hospitable to such beauty.

It inspired hope…speaking to seemingly barren parts of myself in need of colour and beauty…but that’s another journey for another day…

Here’s a glimpse of what I did manage to capture. (Click on the first picture and it will take to the gallery where you can click through the rest of the photos).

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About Sharon

I love to write. I love to write myself into being right here right now. Writing releases something in me that needs wings, writing opens doors and windows that I often don't even realize are possible, writing helps me breathe out the dusty old, and to breathe in the new and possible. My hope is that maybe writing here in this blog will bring new light into these dusty old hallways and help me to clear out the thinking processes and mindsets that just don't work for me anymore. I seek to breathe new light and life into the nooks and crannies of a soul that has been feeling somewhat lost and frayed because of the last few patches of road I've had to travel.
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4 Responses to Cuba 2014 – Part 5 – Flower Power

  1. Lovely flowers! Some very exotic one that I have never seen before.

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    • Sharon says:

      Thanks, Angelika…I should have written the names down when people there told me (though they told me the Spanish names). They are gorgeous aren’t they!

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  2. Beautiful, Sharon! The hot pink with the white ‘eyes’ are Bougainvillea and common here in Tucson – I have 2 plants. The purple plant with pink flowers agains the red brick is Wandering Jew – I have a big patch of it under the tree in our front yard. I don’t know most of the others but do recognize the Bird of Paradise.

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    • Sharon says:

      Thanks Ruth! I took the liberty of editing the pictures and putting the right names into the captions. Though I don’t see any Bird of Paradise in this mix…I have a couple of those in our living room, but didn’t see any in Cuba this year.

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