I am not a Catholic, but earlier this morning I walked down to the Church . I needed to go there. My father is very ill in hospital with Covid. It has been a roller coaster of a fortnight , very distressing for us all, with him in and out of hospital, then back at his care home in isolation. Yesterday, after two days of confusion, he went downhill. It was a fight to get him to go to hospital, but he wouldn’t have survived without going there. Now it is an awful waiting game. Pray God this appalling disease is soon overcome.
The Iglesia de Nuestra Senora de las Maravillas ( the Church of our Lady of Wonders), dominates the square, surrounded by ( at this time of year), hibiscus flowers and orange trees, looking sideways over to the sea. The sun was beating down ,and people were drinking in the bar. Every day sounds of village life.
Inside the church it is cool. Marble floors. A single fly buzzing high up under the eaves. Candles flickering, and the magical scent of wood, dust and white lilies. I sat on the front pew for ages, just thinking and looking and crying. The ornate decoration around the statue of the Virgen de las Maravillas reminded me of silver tinsel at Christmas.
It is simply a beautiful place for quiet contemplation ,and it was just what I needed.