It was a beautiful winter day. Sunny, cold in the morning, but delightful as the sun warmed up the afternoon. Just as I opened the patio door and stuck my head out, a feeling started at my feet then meandered throughout my body touching my heart and filling me with pure peace. I must admit that I stepped out without a jacket for just a few moments to take in the beauty of the day.
As I thought about what to make for dinner, my eyes kept gazing out the window overlooking the back deck searching for the birds, chirping and singing their happy songs as they basked in the warmth of the afternoon.
It’s time to prep for dinner as I walked to the pantry and grabbed a big onion out of the bag. While taking the outer skin off, a thought came to mind. Then another, and another. I thought about the fragile thin paper-like skin, that easily flaked off and the little more robust pieces that needed just a tad more work. The thin flaky skin reminded me of good days when everything seemed to be perfect. The thick skin pieces reminded me of days that seemed like they would never end. I believe that it is how we handle those days that makes all the difference.
As I cut the onion in half and diced, tears welled in my eyes. I thought about the days when sadness filled many hearts, and where tears were the only way that helped those hurting beyond belief. I also thought about happy tears when we celebrated joyful times in our lives.
Did you ever notice that onions can be cut into rings? Whenever I think of those rings, I think of the circle of love we have for our families and friends.
Some onions can be strong, and some can be sweet. Just like the people we meet on a daily basis. It is how we handle those who have a strong personality that makes all the difference in our day. It is better to be sweet than to be overly strong.
Then I thought about all the different varieties of onions at the market; scallions, cooking onions, Spanish, Vidalia, and even Shallots. They might be all different, but they are still onions. It reminded me of the people we meet on our path. They might be tall, short, chubby, thin, be of a different color or have different beliefs, and speak another language but they are still people.
Life is definitely like an onion. Take the good with the bad, love them whether strong or sweet and accept them conditionally
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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