Wednesdays are really unremarkable. By definition they are just middling. The middle of the week. The day that carries the dubious distinction of being known as ‘hump day’, permanently stuck in the position of being neither here nor there – not being part of the beginning of the week or the end of the week. Poor Wednesday – always in the middle of the hourglass.
Except when it is an extraordinary day. Then Wednesday stands proudly on its own – capably bridging both sides of the week with chest extended, pride exploding from each of its hours. What happened today?
Nothing really. Nothing that I can articulate well, at least. After the weekend storm, we’ve been gifted with a series of golden days. Truly magnificently golden. It almost hurts to stay inside. The sky is bluer than blue, the air cool and clear…goosebumps in the pre-dawn hours and kisses on your skin in the afternoon. The morning coffee smells better. The quiet is more magical. The Sirs can’t help but get their wiggles out because these are days meant for wiggling and giggling (ok, so maybe dogs don’t giggle in the way we do, but still..). All one’s senses are commanded to be on high alert to absorb the sheer grace of these days. Mercy – when the universe attempts to provide us with what we are craving – and succeeds on every level.
One remarkable (and completely tangential) note – Fellow blogger kizzylee.wordpress.com has published her first book of short stories. Titled “Whisper, Whisper”, she writes of flights of fancy that make you shudder with the kind of fear that lives right below your sense of reality. The irony of course is that there is nothing about her that would suggest that this would be her genre of choice. An adoring mom of four fabulous children, running from pillar to post with perpetual good cheer and a smile that carries across the pond. Perhaps a captivating tale with an ogre of sorts and a happy ending assured – I would have anticipated that. The two sides of kizzylee – both pretty remarkable. How delighted I am for her – another reason to enjoy this day. It’s news that affects me more than a new iPhone on the market – but hey, that’s just me.
And in the glow of this day, I smile more broadly at the joy around me and I say ‘thank you thank you thank you’. My heart aches more acutely with the unfathomable tragic news from around the world, the vitriol that populates every channel on tv, every paper, even the language on Facebook as the elections approach in the States. I hang my head and weep – this is not what these days are for, these should not be the takeaways when the stars wait expectantly each morning to see what choices we will make today and the sun insists on sending warmth onto our shoulders regardless of the impression we are making upon the earth (to say nothing of each other).
Today is extraordinary because in the absence of in-your-face surprises, a butterfly hung out for a while on some mums and just let its wings spread and sighed. I’m lucky. We’re blessed.
Waiting for the Karma Truck 