SUNDAYS ARE FOR LITTLE THINGS

“’Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone.” (Kris Kristofferson)

I'm feeling a wee bit melancholic today — not for any particular reason, other than the fact that it's Sunday.

What is it about Sundays that comes quietly knocking, then settles into a dim corner of your heart like it’s planning to stay awhile?
You didn’t intend to open every drawer of your emotions today, but somehow, it draws you in, gently — inviting you to pause, to feel, to see what’s stirring underneath the surface.

It always takes me back to that haunting line from Kris Kristofferson — how he captures that untouchable loneliness, that vague emptiness that settles in like mist.
A sadness you can’t quite name. A heaviness you can’t shake.

It feels like a lifetime ago, but once upon a time, I was living one of my biggest dreams — being a radio broadcaster. After five years at a Gospel station, I spent a year or two at a regional station where I got to curate music for four whole hours. Pure joy.

And guess what I used to open my show with?
Daniel Boone’s Beautiful Sunday — a song that lifted spirits around the world. Birds singing. Lovers strolling in the park. People waiting to see you. Sunshine and joy, as Sunday stretched out in its gentle, golden way. Following the sun all the way.

When love is in your life, everything just feels easier, doesn’t it?
But life doesn’t always hold our hand like that. Many of us are left out in the cold — partners lost, loved ones gone, children living far away, across countries and continents.

And then there’s this:
We were never really taught how to love ourselves first.
How to hold space for our own presence.
We grew up believing it was selfish to tend to ourselves. Only to discover, much later, how costly that belief was.

So today, why not make this Sunday about you?

Take it slow.
Pour a cup of coffee.
Sink into your favourite chair.

Don’t grab the remote. Don’t reach for your phone.
Just sit. Just be.
Let your thoughts wander — and notice where they take you.

A little slow Sunday goes a long way.
It gives your soul a chance to catch up with your body.
It offers space to savour the beauty of the week that was — the moments you didn’t get to honor because life kept pulling you forward.

If you're lucky enough to have your family nearby, gather around the table.
Break bread together.
Some of my dearest memories were made around a table — as a daughter with my parents and brother, as a mother with my kids and grandkids, as a soul with kindred spirits and friends.

Sundays are for little things.
For recharging.
For reading, writing, painting, creating.
For stepping away from the noise, and coming home to yourself.

Let this be your time to prepare the week ahead — to prioritize, to protect your energy, to make sure you don’t disappear while putting everyone else first.

Take care of yourself.
Mind, body, heart, and spirit.
You deserve that. You’ve earned it.

“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.” (Joseph Addison)