rhythm of a day


so teach us to number our days

that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom

In peace I will 
both lie down 
and sleep for you alone
O Lord, make me
 dwell in safety.


Monday is purple day

Cleaning bedrooms day

washing linens, sweeping the floors, and dusting old wooden bureaus

Mondays are making soup days

jasmine days

Mondays are quietness and calm and contemplation

Mondays are fresh starts

this is the day that the Lord has made
let us rejoice and be glad in it


is red day

right deed day

Cleaning  kitchen day...

washing old oaken floors and

scrubbing the back of the refrigerator

 a bar of clove scented soap at the sink

and a casserole bubbling away in the oven

you make the dawn 
and the sunset
shout for joy


is yellow day

right standpoint

scrubbing the bathroom day

shining sinks and shaking out bathmats

windows open to let in the fresh air

walking wild in the elms

asparagus for dinner

and fish with lemon

search me O God, and know my heart
try me and know my thoughts:
and see if there be any wicked way in me
and lead me in the way everlasting.


 right striving

is orange and smells like fresh cedar

lay out the crock pot early in the morning

vacuum the floors in the living room

clear off the clutter in the dining room

 dust the furniture

fluff the pillows

pet the cat

Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a right spirit within me.


is green

wild-rose scented goat's milk soap

in my morning shower

water the plants

watch Venus low on the horizon

as we drive home from dinner

if there are chores they are finance chores

and setting affairs in order

Open my eyes 
that I may see
wonderful things
in your law


is indigo

deep blue-purple skies at the end of the day

market day and laundry day and all the things that didn't get done day

the scent of myrrh in the diffuser

homemade muffins, fresh fruit, and greens set up for the week

zucchini and a chicken in the oven


is a white day

and smells like frankincense

Sundays are reading under blankets

or stretched out under a shade tree in the park

Nana's white tablecloth

and fresh flowers on the table

early dinner

candles lit

family and friends and laughter and love

holding hands

evening, and morning
and at noon,
will I pray,
and cry aloud;
and he shall hear my voice


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