TGIF

Thank God it’s Friday. Even those among us who don’t believe in God recognize and may have spoken these words. I love Friday not because it signals the start of the weekend nor a cessation of the weekly grind. I love Friday because in a literal sense, I slow down to be tutored on restoring balance in body and mind. I intentionally allow another human into my physical and mental space. The instructor pushes my body and mind in a direction with an intensity that doesn’t happen any other time during the week.

PRACTICE: Come on the journey of a Friday morning with me.

His restlessness indicated that my husband was awake earlier than usual. Rather than staying in bed, tossing, and turning for the half hour remaining before the alarm sounded, I playfully suggested we start our day with our morning walk. He agreed.

An earlier walk led to an earlier coffee run which led to my sitting in front of my favorite window looking at and listening to the world well before sunrise.

As I sat patiently waiting for the sun to illumine my space, I had a luminous moment…each day has a color palette uniquely its own. The palette changes continuously. The colors that I observed at 6:52 AM were different at 7 AM. The vibrancy of the sun glazing the cloud pattern went from pinks to peach to grayish to smoky blue. At times, the grayish blues were highlighted by the peachy pinks. All were painted so beautifully on a blue canvas, the sky, leading to my next luminous thought.

The sky is always blue as far as I am concerned. The canvas is sometimes painted with a very thin layer of wispy clouds giving me an opaque view of the blue sky. Other times the canvas is randomly spotted with thick mounds of clouds resembling whipped cream. Or the canvas is completely painted with dark ominous clouds promising rain and storms which is exactly what happened on this Friday morning.

By 8:15 AM, fifteen minutes before I released myself to be tutored on restoring balance to my mind and body, clouds covered the canvas and before the class ended, it was raining. Yet I knew the canvas was still blue behind the clouds. By noon, the thick clouds had done their work and the sky was blue again.

T(hank) G(od) I(t) was Friday because I took the time to visually observe and record what I saw so that I could share with you.

Psalm 145:5

PONDER THIS THOUGHT---Clouds, storms, rain (trouble) may darken my sky, but it is only temporary.