03/30/2026
Lately I have been waking up early, which is very unlike me
I feel the pull of the morning light and the desire to bask in the quiet until the birds start to chirp
A few moments for myself, collecting my thoughts, writing down my hearts desires, dreams and glimmers
The treasure that is each day I celebrate life
There is nothing more sacred to me than my morning cup of tea, I can't wait till I get to sit on my porch and drink it, almost there
I start to move and crack my creaks, stretching and bending slowly and gently, ironing out my own kinks from the days before or from the way I rested
What pleasure it is to feel my flesh wrapping round my bones but more intimately my fascia talking to me
I sense deeply into my tissues and listen for force transmission, a language unto me, tension and sensation dancing together internally
And then I walk away, I start my day