Happy Monday

Let’sย start the week off with a reason to adore Monday- a day that is usually dreaded by the majority of people.

Dear Monday,

Thanks for having the word “mon” in you. That’s French for “mine” in case you weren’t aware, Monday, but it makes me think of you more as “my day” and frankly that sounds like a much more promising start to the week. ๐Ÿ™‚

Our last Breakfast Club

Saturday:ย  Breakfast Club: Students dress up in costumes โ€“ some traditional Halloween grab to very creative hand-made creations asย we bar hop before the Boilermakers home games and on the Saturday of Grand Prix. This year we decided to go as a wedding party half of the girls being the Brides maids and the other half being the Groomsmen.

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesnโ€™t need you to hold it down.
It doesnโ€™t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched recordsโ€ฆ

Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.

xo