Slice Of Sunday

I love Sundays. They’re so – what’s the word – languorous. I still wake early but there’s a whole other tempo to the waking and the day ahead. Instead of rushing about and prepping for work with minutes chasing each other around on the clock I get to come to slowly and the minutes themselves seem to slow down with me.

It’s after nine now and no one is up apart from hubs who’s heading off to a race meet – don’t know where he gets his energy. He’ll run rings round some cross-country or road event while I drink coffee in bed and catch up on blogs. The kids will surface eventually – all sleepy-eyed and tousled. Maybe they’ll jump in beside me for a snuggle before heading downstairs to watch some TV and munch cereal. They’re at the age now where I don’t need to be the one pouring Corn Flakes. It’s a simple thing but so pleasant not to have to be on duty.

I don’t even know why I’m telling you this stuff. I don’t even do it on FB! But, you’re all kind of our there at different points in your own day, maybe getting busy for some event or relaxing too. You might even still be sleeping. In which case, I’m talking to myself! But that’s ok. At some point you’ll rouse too and begin your day in whatever way you do on a Sunday.

I hope it’s a pleasant one. One where you have company if you want or need it, or a quiet, peaceful one like mine.

Anything I have to do can be pushed back for a few hours and that is why I love Sundays. Pressure off. Time to muse and peruse.

The minute hand will return to normal speed eventually, later today. But, right now, it’s sipping coffee with me and we’re pals.

Have a great day.

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27 thoughts on “Slice Of Sunday”

  1. My Sunday is coming to an end momus. Hot sunny day, a friend I haven’t seen in ages dropped in and we chatted the day away. Even had a healing while some nice restful music was playing.
    Aaah, what more could I want 🙂
    Actually, I haven’t been too well so it was greatly needed.
    And I must apologise, because of that I didn’t get a chance to add to the #1000 Voices For Compassion. Had a quick look around but wasn’t in a space to add to it. I’ll check it out properly later. Thank you for the invite though. Mark

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  2. Knowing you, Mark, you live the #1000voices. Healing takes compassion. I’m sorry you’ve not been well. Remember some of that compassion for yourself. Rest and rejuv. And send some sun here. We have ice again. Bloody Spring keeps changing her mind. That’s why I know she’s a woman. 😉

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    1. Actually you’ve hit the nail on the head. I have been so busy for others and not giving to myself. I tell everyone that this life is a balance, and yes it can get a bit lopsided, but when you overreach it has consequences.
      Mind you, and as strange as it may seem, there was a rather large lesson in it for me 😀 . The work that I told you about brought up an addition to my feelings of rejection from childhood. I (again), unintentionally stuck another wall in place, and it got detected half way through my work. Sat me on my backside quick smart I tell you.
      I swear there must be an automatic wall maker inside us all. Each step we take another brick gets thrown into the kiln 🙂 . But that is what its all about, building that awareness from walls we knock down, the more the merrier 🙂

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      1. Sledgehammer anyone? Chisel and a mallet? I’d be on my backside a lot, I’m thinking. Playing in the rubble holds some attraction though. I’m pretty good at climbing mountains. No, that’s a lie. I’m not that good at it but once I get to the top I love the view and the satisfaction of having made it. Doesn’t happen too often. 😉 Take care of yourself, Mark. Balance is beautiful. I’m not too good on skates either. :/

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      2. Thank you Quiall. Yes, I think the ‘Wall Maker’ has merit. Be it of brick, clay or wood, they all have meaning in some way to us all.
        My thanks for your wishes from way up north. I dare say (like momus), it may be a little cool up there while us ‘southerners’ are cooking in 35 C (95 F) heat. Mind you, it has been very nice and we have only had around the 28 C (82 F). Magical on the beach.
        Which reminds me, I forgot to put some photos up for momus for a tease of just what heat looks like. I better get back on it. Thank you again for your wishes 🙂

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  3. I just got up to enjoy my Sunday too. I agree completely with you. On Saturdays I feel like I have to get my weekend around the house kind of chores done, but on Sunday I just get up and feel like I can breathe a little more slowly.

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    1. 7FFET!!!!!! Gawd, we come to a standstill here when it’s inches. Trains stop running, schools close, people stock up on groceries, kids attempt to build snowmen out of half a dozen snowflakes and I moan about skidding in it and being forced out of my high heels. 7FEET!!!!! You’re a hero. ‘Do you wanna build a snowman?’ And now it’s stuck in my head again! Have a cosy day by the fire, Paul. Enjoy the view with a brew and slippers. That’s what I’d do. 🙂

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  4. Because I’m not working every day could be a ‘Sunday’ but it’s not. There is something in the air on Sundays and “languorous” describes it perfectly. I read, have a cuppa and even think slower on Sunday: the day of rest.

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  5. Ahh. My sentiments exactly. I have coffee in hand at the moment. I love that age where you don’t have to be on duty every second. Moments so few and far between. I crave silence some days.

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    1. I need some silence most days. Especially after I get in from school. Weans nip the ears non-stop ‘Please Miss’, bliss when it all switches off at the end of the school day. I just tell my own to leave me in peace for a wee while before they start with, ‘Mum’. Coffee and quiet, can’t buy it. Have a great one, Lisa.x

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    1. Oh, I’ve never had that. Sounds as if it should be tasty but I’m a bore with my coffees. Nothing added. Nothing taken away. And you’re another still with snow. 7 feet worth?

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      1. Well not really like back East, nothing to complain of here really, may be 6 or 7 inches , but an over all mild winter. The mountains have been pounded though so it all is good for moisture. I have grown rather fru fru in my coffee drinking, as in my beer drinking as I have grown older. 🙂

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  6. It is weird when your weekend is messed about with. We equate certain days with certain feelings. And then someone thought ‘shift-work’. Your job’s a bit like my eldest’s. Nursing hours and variable shift patterns play havoc with routine. Imagine not having that Friday feeling or being forced to have it on a Tuesday. But what would we do without those prepared to do it? So thank you, Oliana and my Claire and everyone else who foregoes the usual for the sake of others.

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