A Life of Sundays

When any experience of body, heart, or mind keeps repeating in consciousness, it is a signal that this visitor is asking for a deeper and fuller attention.
-Jack Kornfield

When I sit down to write this part of my weekly message, there's often a theme or thread that has run through my life for the last seven days that inspires me. I'm usually able to find a picture and a quote with ease but distilling the theme down to a few cogent paragraphs sometimes takes hours. I might be satisfied with an article in the morning and then come back and wipe it out in the afternoon. But by the time I press the send key, I've understood my lesson, run spellcheck and sent a copy to my e-mail to be sure that all the embedded links work correctly.

I have come to cherish my Sundays for that simple act of defining the past week and the act of completion. When my eyes open on Monday morning, they're looking forward to What's Next.

The other reason why Sundays are so special is that I have a standing dinner date with my parents: their home, my mom cooks. It's a steady, constant rhythm much like a heartbeat. I take all of the bits and pieces of my week and tie them neatly together on Sunday. The following six days are all a bonus.

I know that I truly love and guard my Sundays because it's so easy to say no to everything else. I'd like to find more days within the week to claim sacrosanct. That, was constantly on my mind last week so I'm about to pay fuller and deeper attention to it.

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