There’s a delight in the day that is Saturday. It’s a wide open wonder of a day, full of hope and possibility and breathing room. Life’s load feels lighter to carry and although Saturday’s got work to do and wears overalls, there’s a leisure to my pace and a happiness in my heart.
Saturday feels full of choice and a chance at good fortune. Fling wide the window. Turn up the music. Light a candle or two. There’s gratitude for the good grace of home. There’s time to revel in.
Air to breathe. Sun to feel on my face. I’m holding all the cards and get to choose which ones to play. Monday through Friday responsibilities are back there somewhere and all today is my future.
What feels overwhelming on Wednesday feels totally do-able on Saturday. I’ll find clean sheets for the bed and fluff the pillows. Saturday morning shopping fills the fridge. I like the hum of our washing machine and dance with our vacuum. My mind wanders and my spirit recovers. I am energized, capable, and filled to the tippy-top with happy.
It’s Saturday’s nourishment which hopes me through the rest of the week. Sunday’s worship strengthens and resolves me, but Saturday’s hope inspires me. Every other day of the week I wake with Today I have to … but on Saturday … Saturday I wonder, Shall I?
Shall I sew or bake?
Shall I write or walk?
Shall I read or nap? Or read and nap?
I know Saturday’s shine dulls a bit with Sunday’s foreshadowing of the week to come so the gratitude of today, right this minute, fills my balloon and sweeps the clouds from my skies. It’s on Saturdays I live most in the moment.
I am present and living and loving my very best life on Saturday.
Wishing you Saturday hope and happiness.