The power of words, are sparks, flames, trails of energy that leave your body

I awoke this morning thinking “Oh its Joyday!”. The thought sat, and grew as I padded to the kitchen to fetch my cherished one cup of coffee to brew next to my bed. I peeked under the covers to see my snoring Pepper-Anne Pug still dreaming Dig Dreams and Salem the Noble hummed next to me.

The Joyday thought grew, we are constrained by our Mother Tongue to what day it is. Why not rename the days of the week to days that are meaningful to you? Why have the vibration of the language dictate to me what day of the week it is? So many have Monday Blues. This poor day has now been boxed into a vibration of a quality that has nothing to do with the fact that the Sun has risen on another beautiful day of your life. Even the names of our emotions do not really explain what is moving through you. The expanded thought to this is how about living a day without language, challenging every word that we utter – WILD! 

How about renaming everything that passes through you! How about renaming the hours of your day, making time for everything that is you, hours for Joy, hours for sorrow, hours for you... or better still, just allowing what is moving through you to be what it is.

The power of words, are sparks, flames, trails of energy that leave your body. See this… picture it. So you are weaving your person, all the hours of your life, by the freedom or constraint of your language about yourself.

Happy Joyday to you dear ones… tomorrow is Breathday, following are Graceday,Gratiday,Wowday,Prayerday and Funday  and right now is my breathhour…