On the flip side of the song, rainy days and Sundays have a special coziness all to themselves. I often think,even if I had no idea what day it really was, I would still be able to ‘feel’ a Sunday. Something happens on Sundays, something changes. The air is different. People are different.

Even the birds and animals know it’s Rainy Sunday.

To explain this I cannot. It can only be felt, but I have a very strong feeling you know exactly what I mean. Whether it is because of the heritage of being ‘a day of rest’ (but which for many of us it is not) or ‘church’ day, or a day off, it still has that certain feel. I like the way it feels. The heavens seem a little closer, the grass smells sweeter, a little greener, if just for a little while.

Some families are gathering around the table for a hearty meal together. Others are having a nice quiet time of peace. Umm. nice. The earth perhaps is not spinning quite as fast on Sundays. The heavens seem a little closer, the grass smells sweeter, a little greener, if just for a little while.

Step back and take a nice, slow look at the next Sunday in your life, if only for a moment. The perfect ‘Sunday’ receipe includes about 5 big cups of getting outside, to banquet with nature. Sprinkle with dashes of – stop, look and listen. Always leave out the following: schedules, deadlines, and worries. Just be in the natural moment. Heaping cups of birds, flowers, and leaves. Don’t just glance at them, – STARE !

Take a deep breath:

Simmer and baste in natures’ galley, and as you become more tenderized, stress and woes will begin to fade away into the background. Examine each flower, ‘al dente.’ Note the details of each petal and leaf. Ah, the aroma ! Gaze deeply into its’ very core of being, at the seeds. Seeds that in an effortless flight will scatter themselves here and there. To explain this I cannot. It can only be felt, but I have a very strong feeling you know exactly what I mean. Whether it is because of the heritage of being ‘a day of rest’ (but which for many of us it is not) or ‘church’ day, or a day off, it still has that certain feel.

Rainy days I like too, – most of the time. Here is a recipe for turning a rainy day into a little ‘treat’. Wrap yourself up in a book, and a soft afghan. A cup of hot tea, or warm beverage, by your side. Sip slowly, savoring each drop. No tv or phone. (that is a must) Next, add the sound of rain, one drop at a time, splashing in rhythmic descent ah. If you feel a little energetic, squeeze in some coloring with a box of Crayola 64’s. Stir very gently, as time waltzes by. Add some fresh baked cookies, (choose your own recipe here) and presto – innocent laziness. Serve with some soft music and a smile.

Last but not least – Rainy – ‘a grande.

Just throw all ingredients into one huge bowl and sit back. It’s your chance to watch the spectacle Mother Nature makes of herself, as the heavens cook up a storm.
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Being reminded that there are forces much greater than ourselves. Thunder rolling and crackling to its’ own musical scale. To explain this I cannot. It can only be felt, but I have a very strong feeling you know exactly what I mean. Whether it is because of the heritage of being ‘a day of rest’ (but which for many of us it is not) or ‘church’ day, or a day off, it still has that certain feel.

Trees limbs dancing gracefully to the tune, as gentle steamed winds clear the cobwebs from the front porch, and the mind as well. And, if perchance you’re really lucky, the electricity will go out. Candles will be lit. A forgotten quiet will blanket you. Time will stand still very still if you will just let it, and if just for a little while. – Bon Appetite!

Do you have a family doctor?

How long have you been his/her patient? Do even they have a complete and comprehensive picture of your medical history going all the way back to birth? Not many do these days. Family doctors are hard to find and the result is that there isn’t really anyone at the helm of your healthcare. There isn’t that consistency that existed in the days of housecalls. To explain this I cannot. It can only feel, but I have a very strong feeling you know exactly what I mean. Whether it is because of the heritage of being ‘a day of rest’ (but which for many of us it is not) or ‘church’ day, or a day off, it still has that certain feel.

Of course, the day of the housecall has long since seen sunset, but if you’re not under the care of a G.P. (general practitioner), then who is making sure you get your annual physical? Who is plotting and planning to get those middle age tests looked after? And, who has ALL of your medical records.
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