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A moment of peace

Mondays mean many things to many people.
The start of the work week – the foot of a long hill of toil and stress that must be climbed. The recommencing of good intentions or diets or personal plans after the ‘relaxing’ of rules over the weekend. Back to early mornings, packed lunches, crowded bus and train journeys, rushed breakfasts and copious coffees. Homework undone and hanging over little heads like the Sword of Damocles. Assignments not read or tutorials not prepared for. Meeting friends for coffee or a drink or lunch….or simply seeing other people after a weekend alone. Another week closer to Easter holidays or exams, a countdown to retirement, or babies born, or birthdays, anniversaries, pay day, mortgage repayment day, your last day on this earth.

My Monday routine is a faded memory as each day I rewrite my life through tiny eyes and miniature fingers. The soundtrack of giggles and screams and cooing plays constantly under the drama as I act out my role. I calm and I pet and I cajole while inside I am crying.

Then suddenly the noise stops. Eyelids droop. Silence rushes in to fill the void. And a moment of peace settles around me.
This is what Monday means. Another day of wonder.

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More precious than gold….

Every day we take things for granted….our homes, our families, our routines, the simple act of breathing in and exhaling. Those we love fit in a familiar dance of interactions throughout our days. The rhythm of this dance is the simple pattern of conversations and silences we unconsciously trace and retrace with our loved ones.

When something happens to break the rhythm we falter. Stop momentarily and realise we don’t actually know the steps well enough to restart. Or rather we knew them too well and had become lazy, on autopilot, the movement had slipped from conscious motion. We took them for granted precisely because they felt easy.

Such days remind us to shake ourselves into mindfulness and reflect upon the day-to-day and cherish the caress of the mundane. Perhaps it would be better if we seek to do so ourselves before life takes a tumble and it is too late to reflect.