My Morning Routine

My morning routine: 

even after years of cultivating my morning routine, adding new aspects, altering how certain things are done, it's surprising to me that I have this habit at all, rituals of performance hat help me start my day. More surprising still is the joy the morning holds for me, from mundane tasks of brushing my teeth and a splash of cold water on my my face, to the silence of meditation and the rush of ideas right after that follow me to my desk for an hours worth of writing - all of it, every small detail seems to bring a sense of joy and gratitude that I have this day to once more perform these acts of love. 

my morning routine is truly a ritual of joy.

my every act a prayer.

it's begins early, not so that I can fill this time with action, but to capture as much silence as possible, losing myself in these quiet hours, noting the softness of sounds that emerge, as if there's a sacred hush that holds sway across the morning world. My routine could be done at any hour really, granting myself a few more hours of sleep and I would still have a full and productive day. But than I would miss this silence and the opportunities it presents, a unique moment of meditating in that sacred hush, the inspiration that arrives with first light, and being able to catch the first birdsong of the morning. No, these are indeed holy hours for me and I wouldn't want to miss them. 

in truth, or at least for me, nothing I do each morning is routine or mundane, everything's an act of self-care or designed to highlight the joy of simply being alive, awake, and that I have this day ahead. I love every small detail, the entire ritual performed, making my bed (sloppily so, I'm afraid), brushing my teeth and now the new addition of oil pulling for the benefit it provides, meditating, sun salutation, coffee and writing at the temple of my desk and keyboards, the preparation of my breakfast - and still, just as the sun begins to rise...there's a walk to capture the moments of first light. 

indeed, every act is a prayer, grateful, 

another day's been given. 

~

Peace, Eric