Tomorrow is Monday. Even at this hour of the day, your routine has probably changed from yesterday. Getting children up for school, an early alarm, wondering what voice and emails await you at work, projects, traffic, appointments, waiting for news of results, and perhaps even to ponder the calendar pages slipping away so quickly.  Of all the days of the week, surely Monday is the countenance of fall. The drawing down of the sap from the weekend’s sense of summer and life. The fall of free time color leaving you bereft and once again vulnerable to the world’s demands and responsibilities. The mask of winter put on and out the door you will go.

Sometimes when I leave these humble scriches I wish so the whispers were shared over a cup of coffee or singing with the sound of the earth beneath our feet, as we walked quietly in nature. But know that is where my heart is as my fingers, not my feet, slowly walk. Tomorrow is Monday. With grace your eyes will open to greet the gift. May they open with fall’s jubilant celebration, winter’s calmness, spring’s extravaganza, and summer’s bounty. Most of all, may they open even now to see the eyes of Sweet Life gazing upon you, calling and beckoning you with your own whispers. May the evening be filled with anticipation of the birth of a new day swaddled and placed in your heart. Tomorrow is Now. Don’t wait. She is gazing in love….