Monday Thanks

It’s more than just Monday. 

It’s an everyday thing. 

Like the trees and the seasons. 

Trees that stand guard and 

seasons that change.

When I got in my little blue car 

to drive away in 1988 I couldn’t 

know that I would grow up for 

32 years. I couldn’t know of all 

the seasons that would pass, that I

would return to new growth and 

growing in my family; carrying 

all the ancestral bits of DNA of 

an ever spreading family. Branches of an original tree. But for now, I hear the rustle of golden leaves, 

stirred by the wind of a changing 

season and know that I am home.

It’s more than just Monday. 

It’s an everyday thing. 

Like the trees and the seasons. 

Trees that stand guard and 

seasons that change.

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments 

when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”

~ Thornton Wilder