04/02/2026
Have you ever noticed how the days of the week aren’t random.
Through language they are tied to planets and Norse gods.
In Spanish:
lunes — moon
martes — Mars
miércoles — Mercury
jueves — Jupiter
viernes — Venus
sábado — Sabbath (day of rest)
domingo — day of the Lord
It’s like the week got built into the very structure of the sky, the expansiveness of the universe, creation and creator and also settling into rest.
And English does the same thing…
named after Norse gods that match the same planets.
Tuesday → Tiw (or Tyr)
A god of war → matches Mars
Wednesday → Odin (Woden)
The chief god, associated with wisdom, knowledge, magic → matches Mercury
Thursday → Thor
God of thunder → matches Jupiter
Friday → Freya (or F***g)
Goddess of love, beauty, fertility → matches Venus
It’s like English is this mashup of sky + mythology layered together.
Same pattern.
Different language.
And for both it shifts.
Saturday and Sunday step out of that pattern.
They’re not about the planets anymore.
They’re about rest. The sacred. Something more human.
Saturday → Saturn Roman god of time and cycles
Sunday → Sun - expansion, brightness, warmth, action
Monday → “Monandæg” Moon Day - contraction, dimmer, coolness, settling
This natural rhythm, ebb and flow, built right into the days of the week.
There’s something about that that feels important.
Like time wasn’t just something to get through.
It was something to live in.
Something connected to rhythm, to cycles, to something bigger than us.
And somehow… that’s still here.
Right under something as ordinary as the days of the week.