I am in love with Saturdays. They are the perfect days. I find the early morning hours to be most precious so I get up early. The pace of the day is what transforms the morning. I retrieve the dogs from their night space and they hang with me in the living room while I do some writing and usually check a few things on the computer. A Saturday morning walk comes next and these solitary rambles are the best. My weekday exercise vacillates between neighborhood walks and workouts on the elliptical cross-trainer. The chatter in my head on weekdays often revolves around work but Saturday chatter? It tends to be more in the moment, more eyes wide open to the view around me. I walk for at least an hour, often more like ninety minutes. We have a fair amount of hills (baby hills, really) in town and I get a kick out of walking some of the more isolated areas in the light of the weekend morning. Taking a page from Lynda's blog, here is a bit of what the morning light showed me today:
After the walk, I allow myself generally to drift through the day. I usually save the laundry and household chores for Sunday since Sunday is already sullied by its proximity to Monday. For example, when I got back from the walk this morning, I sent an email to a friend and then had my oatmeal, blueberries, and almonds - LOVE that breakfast. I looked at the paper and read a bit from this week's Newsweek which was still sitting on the kitchen counter untouched from it's arrival earlier in the week. I then played with the paints for a bit. See what I am working on?
This is one from a few weeks ago:
Would you maybe like to see my work space?
Mixed in with my afternoon nap, I will find time to read. These are on my list for today:
And , of course, my fingers will find these two tools at some point later today as well:
Do you understand why I in love with Saturday?
It's the pace of the day. It's the solitude and the silence. It's the ability to breathe and so take in the world. No demands. Amen.