In yesterday’s Vision Board class, one of the exercises we were given was to write a description of our “best” days. To reflect on those times when we’ve been the happiest, have felt the most alive, and the most content.
I am fortunate for my best days happen every week: on Sundays.
Sunday mornings find me enjoying several cups of strong coffee with cream, stepping over old dog as he lazes in the morning sunshine and listening to the songbirds chirping just outside my window.
Sunday mornings, I linger in the morning light to read the paper, a book or write down my thoughts. Sometimes I just stay still with my eyes closed and reflect on the peace the day always brings me. Sometimes I make plans and “to-do” lists but mostly, mostly I let the day take me where it wants to.
Sundays always involve two of my most favorite things: cooking and music. Sunday finds me in my farmhouse styled kitchen, piddling around, cooking, sampling, stirring and chatting. My mp3 player is set to gentle genres including classical, jazz and gospel. I dress in casual, comfortable clothes and wear my best walking shoes as it’s not uncommon for me to stand several hours as I create.
My guys wander in and out, chatting, singing along and asking for samples and then … lingering for more. I laugh, I dance, I sing and I stir. When I cook, I pay tribute to my mom, my Aunt Irene and my Grandma F. – the three greatest cooks I know. Those moments restore me because they connect me to them. They are here with me, in my kitchen, and I swear I hear their voices, feel their presence, and heed their suggestions. (That needs some salt, stir this a little more, butter the size of an egg..)
Later, when we gather with our kids or friends or both, and my table is filled with the people I love and loaded up with the foods I’ve created, I feel it, I recognize it and I know what it is: it’s the feeling of a full heart. And those, those are my very best days.
What constitutes a “best day” for you?