Most mornings, when the sky is still dark and my kids are still asleep, I find myself pattering about in our apartment. I trace paths with my feet, paths that I’ve walked almost a million times, but with each new morning- these paths feel new.
Most mornings, I light a tiny beaten stick, and in the dark, the flicker of a flame shows. The tiny stick lets out a robust scent, instantly clearing any negative energy that might be lingering from the weekend’s event.
My mason jar is full of water, and I find time to settle before the morning’s craziness ensues. My mornings in the dark sets the tone for the day. Sleepy or not, my mornings are sacred.
I hope you all had a great weekend, and an even better week.