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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