It's Monday

For many years, I taught a yoga class at 6:00 a.m. on Mondays. I cherish the memories of the early dark morning classes that started before the sun rose. We all decided to bring battery-powered candles. The combined, kind light enhanced our practice together. We felt uniquely connected in the warm glow.
It was a simple memorable ritual.
This Monday, pause and consider what you could do to nurture and renew yourself for the week ahead. Maybe, like the poet Cindy Gregg, make a nourishing pot of soup!
"Monday"
by Cindy Gregg
On this first day of November
it is cold as a cave,
the sky the color
of neutral third parties.
I am cutting carrots
for the chicken soup.
Knife against carrot
again and again
sends a plop of pennies
into the pan.
These cents,
when held to the gray light,
hold no noble president,
only stills
of some kaleidoscope
caught being pensive
and beautiful,
in the eye of this beholder,
who did not expect
this moment of marvel
while making an early supper
for the hungry children.
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