TGIM

Dear Monday,

I owe you an apology. Somewhere along the way I learned to hate you. I am sorry. You are a beautiful day no more or less fantastic than any of the days I wake and feel grateful for the breath I take.

Like so many sacred beautiful things in this world you were labeled and rejected, despised and called idiotic names by a society that values producing over creating. We learned to be material not spiritual and denied our co-creative power by the individual.

Dearest Monday it is all changing. It is changing for the better. The “good ole” days are not behind us, but among us in this now.  We are remembering who we are. We are remembering you. And sweetheart, you are just as sacred as the day before you.

Your sunrise and sunset are some of the most fantastic. You are not manic. I see you. My entire ancestral lineage was labeled crazy too. You are not to blame for our anxieties. The pain has always been our own souls crying.

From this day forward, I worship you. On this day, I relabel you. You are the day I proclaim to stay in the now with my mind focused on you—your beauty, your nature and your calm among the chaos. From now on, you my dear Monday, will be my day off.

In all your days, you’ve been neglected, you still rose and shined your light. And when you went to sleep you were all alone at night. No one there to see you set. No one there to thank you for your calm. And all because we blamed you Monday for making our hard day long.

We understand now it was not you, but an unnatural schedule disrupting us. Suicides, heart attacks and the madness that used to haunt you will no longer happen on your watch, because baby we are all becoming smarter, we are all waking up.

I rename you “Mindful Monday” and proclaim to stay in ease from your sunrise to sunset with your mantra “Breathe in Peace”. I vow to fill my lungs completely thinking peace on earth. And I will spend more of my day in nature to give you back your worth.

May the rest of the world join me to rejoice in your new name. Mindful Monday when this happens our lives will never be the same. You will be seen for the joy you bring. You will be honored not regretted. And we will celebrate your name as the day peace on earth began.  oh, I know we won’t segregate the days as time dissolves. But you will hear the whispers among the most evolved, “TGIM  it’s Monday, she’s the day we learned one love.” TGIM my friend. ~ Juls ♥


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julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love. Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art. Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace. Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor  or better still, join her in Costa Rica at one of her Bare Feet Retreats 
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