Sunday Mornings …

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor 161 – 180


When the Emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote those mindful words little could he know just how busy life could become two millennia later and how special a morning could be to relish life as he wrote back then. So while each day we arise is a gift, nowadays most Monday through Friday mornings leave little time to languish “… to think, to enjoy, to love.” For me, that kind of morning is a Sunday morning. Sunday morning is mid-weekend. Not yet thinking about the workweek – a full day of the weekend is still before me.

Sunday morning is and I dare say should be a selfish time. And why not? Leisurely having a coffee in bed or even a full breakfast, reading the news or a good book, watching sports highlights from the night before on my laptop, writing, blogging or even daydreaming – Sunday morning is the perfect time to do whatever one desires. To spend it in the company of your kids curled up in bed with you is exquisite. To share that sequestered time with a loved one is precious. Even allowing your pet into bed with you one morning a week is what Sunday morning is all about.

We need to construct this special time for us – and make it selfishly good for us. It is an endeavour to recharge our batteries. Slowing down our mind, attempting to turn off the busyness of the often-hectic five weekdays is recharging our batteries. If you don’t do it for you – who will?

Many will say it is not possible. “I don’t have the luxury to do nothing on a Sunday morning. Too many people depend on me for this that or another.” The old cliché says, “Take care of yourself first or you will have nothing left to give to others.”

Sunday mornings are also times for me to be grateful for what I have in my life – and I don’t have everything or everyone I want in it – but grateful for all that I do have. I am also grateful to meet special people in the course of my day and I think this next Sunday I will reflect on one person in particular. I recently met an extraordinary individual. He does not have an extraordinary job, in fact it is completely blue collar, nor is he blessed with abundant riches. But as we attempted to discuss business, we somehow found the majority of our conversation diverting to more heartfelt and soulful matters. It is hard to explain why this happened. I then learned that this middle-aged individual and his wife had cultivated a unique relationship with a young autistic girl and despite having apparently limited means themselves took her on a trip of a lifetime to Disney World in Florida. As he was gleefully recounting the experience to me his face was glowing not merely with joy of this “good deed” – but contentment with life. I am doubtful this man has had an easy life himself. While his hands were encrusted with the unmistakable marks of decades long, hard laborious work – his soul was as soft as the skin on a newborn child. I am deeply grateful to have met him.

I can’t wait for the next Sunday morning and recharge.

Wishing you too – joy and discovery in your life.

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