Multitudes on a Monday: All Gold ~ Holy Experience

He's always called it Sunday Sadness, that shadow that creeps up over me come mid-Sabbath, when I prematurely begin grieving the passing of Sunday, when there's still hours of it left, when I begin fearing the looming week to come, when there's still grace for it too.

It comes of years of Monday morning school buses that took me away from home circles, years of Monday morning university classes that took me away from farm weekends on gravel roads through cornfields.

Come Sunday by three, I'm in the throes.

Now it comes of Monday mornings that take me away from a dot of island rest out into waters too deep. Out into a week where I'll flail.

This weekend, I take my Sunday Sadness medicine early, soon as toes slip to floor and I pull up sheets, me whispering spoonfuls aloud:

"Thank you, Lord, for wrinkled cotton and long hours of sleep.... Thank you, Lord, for drawers of matched socks and stacks of clean towels... Thank you, Lord, for tubs of early morning light and open windows full of birdsong."

Eucharisteo, thanksgiving, is the soothing calm that keeps me present to the presence of God, holds me in the beauty of now. Gratitude is this antidote for the angst of what's being lost, this counter-agent for fear of what's coming around the corner. Who can be given over to worry and be giving thanks at the same time?

I count the gifts out loud, intentionally take the remedy for sadness and worry ... and find the elixir all gold going down.

Gold thanks from this weekend....

1034.

He incubated and hatched another batch, and I smile at this near man, broadening, thickening, captivated by soft gold.

1035.

Eyeing them in a box of her departed grandmother’s remnants, set out for the taking, she took them home to click on needles, gilded and long, knitting memories.

1036.

The picket garden off the kitchen yields what every dinner table needs, circle of sunny faces.

1037.

Gold feelers tickle up a cheek, his crazy boy laugh tickling me.

1037.

She is summer, long hair and hay, all flying.

Lord God, giving You thanks makes the day all glory, all golden.

May we quietly invite you to take the medicine that cures anxiety? Come join the Gratitude Community!

How to begin: Just grab a scrap of paper lying around and begin giving thanks, with your own ~~1000~~ Endless Gifts:

Why begin your own One Thousand Gift List --(just drop me a line if you;d like to begin giving intentional thanks, and I'll add either your name or a web link to the Gratitude Community --- I'm a wee ways behind in updating and look forward to catching up with each of you who've joined today! -- it's a privilege to join you in living thanks ...)

If you'd like the code for the updated Gratitude Community button, see here...

Read the listing of the endless Gifts