I was already stretching. I was already writing morning pages. I was already eating breakfast.
I just made a few minor adjustments, is all.
As I begin to wake up, I stretch. As I stretch my body gently, I begin stretching my mind as well -- catching tendrils of dreams before they dissipate, sending out little green shoots of intention and affirmation.
Then I reach for my journal, and I begin to write -- three pages, uncensored, unedited, just letting the words come.
After the pages are finished, I eat breakfast with one or more members of my family. In the past, it has been fairly typical for me to have breakfast alone, especially on weekdays. We all have different rhythms and schedules. I've decided that -- for me, at least for now -- it's worth making a few small shifts in my own habits. In exchange, I get to make my first daily contact with the people around me a mindful one.
So, that's my morning ritual. Stretch my body. Write my morning pages. Have breakfast with family.
Oh, and there's one other detail I should probably mention: all of these things happen before I check email or get on the Internet.
Just a few gentle practices, just one small morning ritual.
I can hardly wait to see where it leads me.