A love letter to Monday . . .

dear mondayDear Monday,

Thank you for being my day . . . my promise of another fantastic and glorious day.  Spring is transitioning into early summer.  The days are warmer, the daylight hours are growing longer, the sunshine is less fickle, the birds are singing in full chorus in the forest, the sunsets have been magnificent.  There are so. many. things. to feel ecstatic about.  Life is truly very good.

In music, a loop is a section of music that is repeated over and over.  You can record short tracks on top of each other that repeat continuously — making some music that is incredibly rich in texture — all because of the gift of repetition.

Being human, we measure moments of life into time.  We measure the minutes into an hour, the hours into a day, the days into a week.  We call you, Monday, the beginning of the work-week loop — the reminder that we must don our work duds and head back into the proverbial salt mines.  But this isn’t true.  Not even remotely true.

Life knows no true sense of repetition.  Monday, you are a brand new Loop in Time.   You are unique and wild and replete with opportunity.  What could possibly be ordinary about you, Monday?

Monday, I am thinking about how this very talented musician, Bryson Andres, uses the Loop to his musical advantage by layering his skill, talent, and passion to create an incredible sound that would ordinarily require a small orchestra to create.  Like this music, I want to create a sensation of beauty and excitement and joy that repeats seamlessly into my life — creating new dimensions that expand my Loop . . . on toward and beyond next Monday.

Thank you, Monday, for being my wake-up call to engage my Loop Pedal.

and another if you are up for some more beautiful Monday music . . .


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