The weekend started with rain. Heavy. Pour down buckets kind of rain. River running high and fast kind of outpouring of rain.
It ended with bright green leaves shimmering in the sunshine. The river still flowing fast but not as muddy looking. Friends gathered together on the lawn in the late afternoon for a socially distanced visit.
The weekend that was brought much delight. I am grateful.
It’s funny, with leaving the formal workplace a year ago, (six days is my anniversary) I’m surprised that weekends still have relevance. But they do.
It’s as if my body, which has spent almost its entire lifetime acclimatizing to weekend breaks, holds onto that rhythm because it’s a habit, and I have done little to change that habit.
And that’s okay.
It’s a nice rhythm and, as the saying goes, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it.
Today, the sun shines in a sky that arcs up from the horizon in pale whitewashed colour to a deeper, almost peacock blue overhead. A white wispy cloud slips silently into the space between the leaves of two trees reaching up to touch the sky, its feathery tendrils undulating through the atmosphere like a phoenix in flight. It is here and then, it is gone and the sky is blue again.
Looking out at the river, the leaves on the trees that border its expanse, shimmer and dance in the breath of a light morning breeze and the ever-present squirrels play their prerequisite game of tag amidst the branches.
The weekend has come and gone. Good-bye old friend.
The week lays before me. A beautiful, inviting mystery.
Hello Monday. I am ready for your delight! Open to your yet to unfold stories. Eager for your unknown moments that will come. All in good time.
In this moment right now, here I am.
And the trees give a little dance. The river flows freely. And the clouds keep drifting on by.
Gratitude. Grace. Joy. Contentment. Love. I breathe it all in.
Ah yes. This is Life.