A Divine Day

Good morning, Saturday. What a beautiful, calming presence you are, with your frost-tipped trees and your dusty pink sun that slowly rolls into the sky – cleared of any clouds and ready to receive her. My tea sits steaming next to me, the soft glow of my lamp sending a warm pool of buttery light over my notebook. I’m tucked under two fluffy blankets, my partner Jon is still snoozing in bed and our dog, Luna, is no wonder trying to persist him into waking with gentle licks on the tip of his nose.

The quiet – no – peace of a beautiful Saturday morning is one of the truly idyllic moments in life. Everything is still, hushed, sleepy. This is a moment I savour.

Before I begin my rather favoured, but delightfully mundane, Saturday morning routine of exercise outdoors in the type of cold that steals air from your lungs and flushes your cheeks; whilst breathlessly swapping weekend plans with my bootcamp companions; before I head to the supermarket to stock up for the week, riding high off my exercise endorphins and feeling slightly smug at my basket of goodies whilst families of four are bribing their little ones to stop throwing sushi on the floor; to then come home and blast music to sing terribly along to during my weekly Goddess shower [if you know you know]; to then flopping right back onto this sofa with a sense of accomplishment and full permission to devour that muffin [and maybe that other muffin too] with my coffee.

Hello, Saturday, you are divine.