I stay home on Mondays.
I don’t remember the day I made this decision but it was a while ago and it’s one of the most tangible rhythms to my life that I can put my finger on. A rhythm that has proven so good, so right, so what I need – that its stuck.
I can count on one finger the times I’ve left my house on a Monday in the last year. I stay away from appointments, shopping, and anything that resembles needing my immediate attention. I remain with my kids just doing “homey” things because I need it. They don’t know it yet, but they do.
On this Monday morning, as I reflected on my weekly lookout tool, my one “something fun” I listed was to sit outside. Just me, the birds, the trees, and read. To find a place to plop down, quiet solitude, take in beautiful words, and just breathe in the sounds and sights of whatever nature came up beside me. I saw my opportunity and found my spot way down back, by our stream. I saw, I felt, I rested. I read for 30 minutes. That’s how it happened. Thirty glorious minutes doing what my body and soul needed.
A mother duck lead her 15 babies right in front of me gliding gracefully through the water leaving quiet ripples behind each one of them. Leading the way. Learning their voice. Leaving their mark on the water. And when she dipped down, they instinctively followed her.
Awestruck at the sight of them, I sat so impressed.
After about 20 seconds she came up. Each small head bobbing up behind her. One right after the other. They repeated their exercise three times without a flicker of hesitation. She was teaching them how to find food, what they need to thrive. The spiritual story swam in motion, reminding me, helping me see. My heart connected and wanted to dive in after following my Father just like those babies followed their mother. No hesitation. Just pure instinct knowing this is what they were made for. What I’m made for.
I stay home on Monday’s and sometimes watch ducks and read.