February 1, 2004

• Sunday Mornings

  This is my absolutely most favorite time of the week. For a few blissful hours the world leaves me completely alone with my thoughts, which are usually positive because I know I’ll have no Responsibilities for the whole day. I’m always up before dawn (5:30 am at the latest) out of long habit. Young people should enjoy the years of varying their sleep habits and laying in bed till all hours. That all changes one day. I don’t mind though. I grew up on a farm where if you have cows like we did you get up early, the ones who milk the cows, the ones who make the breakfast of the ones who milk the cows, and the ones who are their kids and eat the breakfast. And it was a family event, sit down all together and eat at one and the same time. You don’t see that so much these days either. It’s quiet on early Sunday morning in a way it never is in the city at any other time of the week. During the week, you take all the noise for granted – the traffic, the pedestrians, the airplanes, the garbageman, etc. It’s only when they’re all gone for a little while that you notice how sweet silence is. Then you might even notice bird noises, which are there even on Sunday mornings. You might feel like all the messiness of the past week can be cleaned up and a fresh start made. You might feel like you love the people you love more than ever. You might even love yourself as you take the time to be with yourself and find it good.
  Deep Thought: Sometimes I think the world has gone completely mad. And then I think, “Aw, who cares?” And then I think, “Hey, what’s for supper?”
  Today I am grateful for: Occasional peace of mind

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