🌻 Monday Reflection: The Sweetness of My Sunday

Yesterday held a certain sweetness… the kind you only notice when you slow down long enough to breathe it in.

I sat in my tower with the curtains open, letting the stormy Seattle skies pour their brightness into the room. That strange glow we get on a rainy day — gray but somehow still shining — it wrapped around me like a gentle reminder that beauty doesn’t always show up loud. Sometimes it whispers.

I had my electric blanket tucked around my hips, keeping these arthritic joints warm. My body wasn’t happy, but my spirit?

My spirit sat there calm, steady, and grateful.

I’ve learned a long time ago: pain can talk, but it doesn’t get to lead.

Not anymore.

My life isn’t perfect.

But it is perfectly imperfect for me — and on Sundays, I give myself permission to feel that truth fully.

So now that it’s Monday —

the first step into another work week —

I’m carrying that Sunday peace with me.

I’m reflecting on what it felt like to just be… no rushing, no performing, no holding the world together.

Just me, my breath, God’s light, my stormy city, and gratitude.

You know I believe in setting a morning intention.

I believe in breathwork, meditation, and grounding myself before the world starts making demands.

I want to give thanks for the stillness, the storm, the warmth, the pain I’m learning to live with, and the spirit that refuses to dim because of it.

But today… I want to add something else to my intention:

I want to remember the beauty of yesterday.

That is the sweetness I’m carrying into this Monday.

That is my intention.