i have always been a morning person. i’m awake (way too!) early, up, out the door walking, taking pics, doing my instagram, making our power drink, starting chores, cleaning, checking lists, etc. etc. …
but lately, i have a new practice that i love. it stops all of that for a few moments. i make a cup of tea and sit where i can look out the window. it’s usually open, so a cool ocean breeze comes in and the birds are always singing away.
it’s hard to stop my mind from the chatter that’s already going on, but i wait until that happens. i let the morning speak to me. it may sound odd, but that’s my goal. i have my notebook ready and once i have let everything inside quiet down…. words come to me. words of possibility. words of insight. words of inspiration.
i have pages and pages now, mostly they are random phrases, sometimes they turn into something that i will follow up on, but they are fun to go back and read. because they represent space. space in my day. space in my head.
and funny thing, at the end of the day, when i look back on it…. those are some of the most precious moments. the morning does speak to me.