The earth doesn’t much care whether it’s Monday or Saturday morning, it’s still going to turn and give us each a day in the sun. It may obscure with clouds or storms, but there will be enough light to see and show us around, until it spins us into darkness for another night. There’s a comfort in the consistency, and strangely enough there is even comfort to be found in a Monday morning.
I’m not talking about the first second you wake to a screeching alarm. Or even the third time you awake after pressing the snooze button. But when you stumble into the kitchen to get your cup of coffee or tea, and the light is just beginning to show, and there is silence and peace and stillness, there is a comfort in that. In the moments before the week starts up, in the quiet aftermath of the weekend, there is a pause of solemnity. Sometimes a minute or two is enough for meditation. Anything to get you through the day.
