I found myself by the computer around three AM, surrounded by boxes and debris, film, camera in one hand, glasses on the other, paper flying, open boxes scattered all over like one bad omelette. The jolly tune was banging louder then my crackled joint but it wasn’t clicking in. My blood high on something would not let up, jetting through my veins like misguided lighting. My voice praising Him, cracking, praising Him, blasted thorough the roof penetrating the neighbors walls and landing at the bottom of an empty pool. Prescriptions weren’t written just yet but emotions were running wild. The clock on the wall left without batteries was yupping anxious words at the turtle but the pointers were gusting briskly before the police could handcuff it. I looked around and it was just I and the stillness, exhausted, screaming at the lunacy to split, to no avail as no one would reply back long enough to leave a message.

©️Angela Aguiar

Heaven Is a Breath of Fresh Air

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Shrine of Schoenstatt, Homestead, FL

I went to an annual “feel good” field trip of sorts with my Sisters in Christ, women of different ages, ethnicities and backgrounds blended in perfect harmony, for a meeting of the minds and recharge of soul, at the littlest of shrines I have ever seen in my life, the Shrine of Schoenstatt. No, it is not a chapel or a church but a shrine and as per the name indicates, it is a Catholic movement originated in Germany.

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The little piece of heaven is a breath of fresh air, located in the middle of a rural agricultural area with many nurseries, surrounded by flowers, fruits and plants and birds. It is the most tranquil, beautiful, spiritual and peaceful area to walk around considering its location. A great place for those looking to relax, quiet meditation and much needed prayer.


Two days later, we were at it again, at one of the sister’s home recharging our spiritual batteries.


The burdens were written two months ago during the church annual festival. They were our constant “companion” during our bible study meetings, with some even taking them home for additional graces but then after much spiritual exercises and prayers, one by one to the fire they went, two baskets full.