When this is posted it will be Sunday January 31st around 10pm at night. January will be over and it will be one of my favorite days of the week. I don't know why I've always liked Sunday's so much. I never use to work Sunday's so that probably allowed my true love for Sunday's to thrive.
Sometimes I am at a loss for words and I browse through books, the world wide web, old textbooks, listen to some new music, hear some wacky statement and sometimes things catch my attention. I'm going to just try my best to put them here. Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the first publication of Sunday's Finest.
“For we find it is the fertile mistakes, the major errors and excuses which pull us most deeply through - into a new life here in the earth." - Ellias Star Sparks from Divine Harmony
"Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow." - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Meditation of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Into the Green Future
“Sometimes I doubt and sometimes I believe. And I like not making myself believe when I am doubting, and not making myself doubt when I am believing. Surely neither God nor Accident need my consistency.” - Hugh Prather I Touch the Earth, the Earth Touches Me
Friday, January 29, 2016
I went to bed feeling like a jalapeños. Woke up three minutes before my alarm when off at 7:15am and feeling slightly less peppery. I had promised Baxter I would take him for a walk in the morning the night before because it had rained heavily the previous day. I thought I would at least be up early enough to see the sunrise, but I didn't notice that the reason it was still so dim at that time of morning - opposed to the normal blue hued gradient morning sky - was because the grey clouds had decided to stay an extra day. Like a friend who overstays their welcome, we accept it and remind ourselves of all the times we've said "I love rainy days." This time actualizing it into belief.
Strapping Baxter into his walking brace, fitting on my Edgar Allen Poe sweatshirt, and clipping the pooch onto the leather leash we walked out under the blundery sky. We went one of our normal routes that jaunted around the neighborhood streets. I hadn't been up and out at that hour in quite some time. There were more cars driving and it was colder than I'd thought it'd be. Not seeing the sun glide across the sky slows down time. After Baxter insisted on walking some young girl all the way to school we came home because the clouds had decided to let go of what they were holding onto making in instantly five degrees colder down here.
As I'm sitting now, sometimes after our walk, I'm thinking of how much I love rainy days.
"Sometimes it's the smallest thing that saves us; the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee." - Jonathan Carol
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