I didn't really like Sunday mornings when I was little. But now I look forward to it every week.
There are no plans on Sunday mornings.
It's a time to do what YOU want to do, which is in my case, sleep 'til 4pm.
But I didn't feel like sleeping much today, and there was nothing wrong with that.
I ended up making hot tea and criss-crossed, indian-style on my mattress with my blanket wrapped around me and I took a sip.
Silence.
Mmmmmmmm........
I notice the dust flecks floating around the air from the beamed sunlight. My window blinds can't hide it. It's bright and sunny outside.
...What if it wasn't Sunday?
....I don't think I would ever notice the weather.....or care what day it is for that matter.
My lazy summer days have been long gone....and my busy schedule/routine is creeping up from behind me.
And when I don't, I make plans to keep me busy......ugh.
But I never make plans on a Sunday morning.
& that's when I realize.......in the quiet......comes a gift.
Peace.
