There are mere minutes left in this cyber of Mondays. There are also mere minutes left in this Monday in which wiser folks are offline far away from all computers, including their smart phones and tablets and watches. Really, wherever, there are only minutes left in this Monday. In some places, Monday has been absent for hours now, already off for its 6-day vacation.
There are only minutes and a month left in 2015, and I do not know what that means. I cannot tell myself or any other person what December holds or what its neighbor 2016 will bring.
But I hope there are 7 minutes full of breaths from my loved ones in this fading November, and 31 days of small and great acts of kindness, forgiveness, and bravery in December, here and far.
And I don’t know much about bravery right now, but I can say that I get up out of bed every day even when I do not know what I get up for. And many days, many hours, there is laughter.