In the whip-fast, busy bustle of life...it's easy for mornings to become an afterthought. They are an in-between time, an utter rushed madness. Hopping from bed in a dizzy fit, running the dogs outside, chugging coffee, hurrying out the door.
At the same time, mornings our are first mood-setter. The pace, and temper, and texture we assign to our first waking hours often stay with us the rest of the day. So, while not all my mornings can or do look like this...let's be real...I try my darnedest to get as close to this when I'm able.
Here are some of my favorite morning rituals (in a dreamworld with smooth, slow-as-honey mornings):
You may remember in my nightly rituals post I talked about candles. It turns out, I'm actually a candles-all-day kind of girl.
I love it precisely because it's completely unnecessary. It's a small ritual that sets the tone -- that seems to say, do a little extra today to make the world more lovely. Lighting a candle in my apartment in the morning is exactly that. A soft reminder to be a little gentler, a little more gracious, more attentive to detail.
Even when I'm working from home, I place dressing on a pedestal a bit. I like to wear cozy, flowing things around the apartment -- but still feel put-together, with a fresh face. I get absolutely no writing or photo editing done otherwise! I try to do this early in the day, regardless of whether I have a particular agenda -- beyond writing that next passage.
I'm very attracted to two aesthetics (funnily, both in home decor and clothing): antique-ish, very soft & feminine pieces...and more natural, bohemian items. I love contrasting some of the porcelain-floral-grandmotherly things with natural ones -- gems and minerals, plants, woven tapestries and the like. These things remind me that being yourself is good enough. All of that geode's goodness was locked inside itself till you cracked it open, after all -- and who cares how craggy or misshapen it is. It's perfect. And our little himalayan salt rock lamp is one of our most treasured things.
I always try to make the bed in the morning -- but, of course, by the time you've had your cup of coffee...you may come back to it being slightly undone (hey, pups).
It's less about having a spotless home...and more about honoring the space where I live. It's about creating small sanctuaries, scattered throughout my apartment. It will not always be neat -- in fact, sometimes I'll do what I did there: make the bed, then toss my purse back over the headboard to make it feel slightly undone. But that's the point I think. It's about making a place accessible, habitable, home.
I've recently taken to documenting my dreams. First thing I do when I wake up -- I reach over for my phone and jot down everything I can remember. (I love the idea of writing them by hand, but find my mind can't keep up with my handwriting!)
I can't always recall everything, but some of the things I try to get are: characters, important lines, themes, setting, colors, internal dialogue, the way I felt, how I feel waking up -- and external factors like how late I slept, how many hours, what I did before bed, etc. It's fascinating to watch patterns reappear over time and study yourself at this level.
Especially now that Robbie has such a demanding rotations schedule, we don't always have much quality time together.
Mornings have sort of become our time -- whether we can run out for a quick (or, sometimes, leisurely!) cup of coffee, or sip some together in our loft -- we try to at least have a few minutes of face-to-face. He is the kindest, most uplifting person I know -- so getting to steal his input and aura for a tiny bit each morning is the most wonderful start to my day. Everyone should have that -- whether it's a spouse, a boyfriend or girlfriend, a good friend, or your pet who always makes you smile. Give them your undivided attention for a bit in the morning, and it will do wonders for your soul.
If I play any role at all in society -- we have our problem-solvers, diplomats, leaders, followers -- I am a nurturer.
I sometimes (or very often) am frustrated about infertility. But, I try to remind myself of all the other forms of nurturing I can do in the now. I am a wife, a friend, a puppy-lover...and, I have my succulents. It's so peaceful to pace back and forth in front of the windowsill, checking in on the plants, watering them. I don't do this every morning, but often.
Last, but certainly not least...
Coffee is, after all, what guarantees I am human. But -- more important than the actual consumption of coffee for me is the ritual of it. It's a togetherness thing often -- Robbie and I try to be up around the same time to enjoy a few sips of coffee together. Otherwise, one of us will brew some up for the other. Last year, we invested in a nice espresso machine, and it was the best idea. I also will often return for a second cup in the afternoon -- and I like to think this is a mid-day reawakening, a day's second morning if you will. (And the ritual continues.)
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Have a beautiful day!
Have a beautiful day!