Sunday Morning means different things to many people. I sit at my computer with light rain falling outside; a few brown leaves left on the sparse and branchy trees. My cat lays under the Christmas tree next to me licking her feet calmly and lovingly. I sit here in a bit of darkness because of the sky's cloudy/rainy nature. The Christmas have their quiet twinkle.
I await for my visitor to awake.
I fed my saltwater fish, my goldfish and I just 'rescued' a small black spotted catfish that has come to live with us. My dogs are fed their dry dog food with cooked chicken on top to whet their whistles, so to speak. The outside fish do not get fed in the winter. They hibernate at the bottom of the 'bogs'. Sometimes on a warmer day, I see them hanging on the top of the water and just once so far this year, I couldn't resist throwing some of their food in. I am told their digestive system slows way down. I think kind of like all of me. In the winter, I slow way down. Mmmmm
Growing up, church was always a must. Dressing up some and going to church and donuts afterwards were our reward for going on some Sundays. Rarely do I eat a donut now; however, once in a while, I find myself in the donut shop getting a vanilla creme donut!
Many still go to church and it's a beautiful thing if it gives one clarity; a connection; a feeling of community and outpouring of love, forgiveness, strength and whatever positive trait they can connect to. Some go golfing or fishing; skiing or skating. Some stay in bed and read a book, drink a cup of coffee/tea/hot chocolate. Some go out for a run. Some go to work. Some, unfortunately, more than I want to 'feel'; struggle. There are many ways to spend a Sunday morning.
What makes you happiest? Are you giving yourself permission to do it? I surely hope so.
May you be what makes you happiest.
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