Saturday dawns as the Sun’s faint rays sneak into my bedroom past layers of heavy lace drapes

The Moon and her silver light retreats only to be enveloped by a burst of golden sunshine illuminating Saturday’s scapes

I stir slowly in a warm and cozy bed reluctant to emerge from under soft covers

But alas the day beckons me and with every ounce of will I rise to meet it, with the supreme intention to rest and recover

My weekend has begun and I promise to keep the pace slow and leisurely

Emerging reluctantly from under a toasty warm doona, I tread wooden floors coming to an abrupt halt in the kitchen lazily

Now in the heart of the home, I ponder the nourishment that my body, heart, mind and soul require

The written word is consumed to nourish the mind, and I feast on music that is my soul’s lyre,

Wholesome chicken soup feeds my body and spiritual scribblings set ablaze my heart’s desires

Some weekends are set aside for solitude – medicinal and a timely recharge preparing me for reconnection

Writing, reading, swimming, gardening all indulged in with great delight and affection

Weekend arvos are also good for cuddles with furry friends and for chinwags over hearty home cooked meals

Following which, time is sometime reserved for a dose of repairing sleep invariably infiltrated by stirring dreams

Inevitably though, as one weekend comes to a close, it is time to look towards the working week with positive anticipation

And then before you know it, the cycle repeats with the promise of yet another weekend spent in the quietude of home or in outdoor pursuits potentially under a full sun.