A NEW WEEK

         To begin a new week is like entering a room that has just been cleaned and made ready for new thoughts. Perhaps the room is a studio where fresh ideas will be sculpted into life size images of who you might truly want to be that you weren’t last week. Or perhaps it is a comfortable lounge to give yourself permission to heal and recover from some abuse the world has inflicted upon your soul. Or perhaps it is a hallway in which there is another door out to the expansive world of possibilities, away from the stifling places of the past.

       In any case, the weeks come and go as they please, not needing permission from anyone to do so. A lifetime is measured by them at the microcosmic level so that we hardly notice they’re busy doing their thing. And yet, it is a fact that we are all under the same sun, moon, and stars as the ancient people who, when they looked up at the heavens at night, perhaps thought about ways to make life better for themselves and for those whom they loved.

       In any case, time has given us time—measured and precisely presented as a way to say to ourselves “then was then, and now is now—a new week to unapologetically live in harmony with our true selves and to be kind to ourselves so that we will be kind to others; to be loving with ourselves so that we might be loving with others; to forgive ourselves so that we might forgive others.

       A new week is like entering a room that has just been cleaned and made ready for new thoughts and perhaps a new way of life that has been our true self all along.