What is it about a Sunday morning that calms the soul? Perhaps it is because it seems to be the one day that pressure to be productive somewhat goes on hold. The majority of us do not have to work on this morning so we ease into the day staying in our jams and slippers, sipping coffee. Regrouping. Even my cats seem to know it is Sunday and quietly, slowly move into the day.
I have always loved Sundays and in years past always attended mass, now since moving to a small town, I tend to just be. Taking in the morning. As is the case this morning. Lovely misty fog hugged the area until the sun began to peek through. The rays creating a mystical look and feel, reminding of many mornings in Scotland.
There is something even more enchanting about fog on a Sunday morning. It is as if the Universe is saying just stay, just be, enjoy your morning, relax. The moisture slowly drips off the roof and the leaves of the trees glisten like crystal prisms on a chandelier.
I am grateful to have the treat of a morning like this. The treat of no pressure to go anywhere or do anything. There is a peacefulness that a morning like this brings to the soul making life about as good as it gets for this one morning.
Ahh Sunday mornings….