Sunday Solitude

Great convo about the meaning of life with Boy1 was refreshing this morning; as we did what is rarely done, and and talked while eating breakfast at the table. I love him so! Sunday mornings have always been a special spiritual time for me. Whether I was in Africa, the Middle East or America; practicing Catholicism, Christianity, Pan African-ism , Hebrew-ism, or Judaism. Sunday was MY DAY!

 When I became a wife and mother, that day had to be divided in several different ways...fast forward to my 51st year of life, and I am no longer willing to compromise my day! No apologies! TODAY I watch CBS Sunday Morning, I write, I read, I sit quietly with no sound or movement, I  make myself brunch and drink my own mimosas, I go back to bed, I wash clothes, I clean up, I binge watch, and I prepare for the week ahead! At times I do all of those things, and at times I do one....all damn day!
It is my sacred space...invitations are rare, don't take it personal💋

I'm still a MOM, whats your super POWER....