Every week, on a Monday morning, with the kids safely at school and the busyness of the weekend still in my memory – I grab an hour for myself.
I head into town, hair usually dishevelled, makeup free and embrace a whole hour of coffee and dreaming.
This time of the morning it is still quiet, despite it being market day – I am usually alone in my favourite coffee shop, cocooned away in a corner and I write. I write about my plans, my dreams for my family and for Faith, Hope and Sunshine, the things i’ve learned over the last week, the joy I have experienced.
It is an unstructured time in which creativity usually flows freely and ideas fill my pages.
It s a beautiful way to start the week and one that I push myself to do, even if I am not in the mood for creativity and dreaming. In fact those are usually the days that I get most from it. I understand how sacred this time is now and protect it fiercely – the guilt of others expectations from me at that time – have been replaced with thanksgiving.
I recognise this is a time to recharge, to dream, to create and to just ‘be’