Sundays Are Special

Sundays Are Special

Sundays are special, they shine like tiny crystals illuminating the other days.

This day of rest is our day of “open eyes” to see the beauty and abundance around us and to be satisfied, to see each leaf, each flower in its wholeness, to see each colour in the landscape’s palate, to see the fullness of the ocean and to know its perfection in its ebb and flow without diminishing, to know surely that we love, and are loved, without striving. “All is well, and all things are well, and all things, that are, are well”.

The quiet of a Sunday morning is so precious. The world, at least this small part of it, is without the noise of traffic, the human noise of activity and conversation, and even the barking of dogs or the calls of roosters.

It is as if the assumed agreement on this day is to start later. The song birds are not regulated by this however. Their sweet, musical sounds still fill the air and are actually able to reach the human ears such as mine, more so than on a regular week day.

I remember my mother talking to me about when I could, and could not, wear my “best clothes”. Sundays were days I could and other week days I could Not. Somehow that did not make sense to me because I was growing so fast. My best clothes were getting too small.

Saving the best of anything, is that really wise?  And that goes for best feelings, attitudes, being aware, and feeling thankful. Just because it is Sunday does it mean we can? Why not Do It, Feel It, Cherish It on any day!!