Alone with my thoughts, my books, my journal.
It is the practice that grounds me. Daily? Almost. If I miss too many days in a row, it’s because life has gotten too busy and I feel myself start to unravel.
I need this morning ritual almost as much as I need water to drink. It fuels me, feeds my soul, connects me to the wisdom of great teachers across the ages and across cultures. And sometimes, when I’m very quiet and open, my muse comes to visit. That is an especially good beginning to the day.