Every morning I bend up my body.
Cat and cow, cat and cow, cat and cow. The frogposition is good too.
Every morning I straighten my brain. Silence, a path, a new map for braincells to follow.
A worried mind grows old so fast.
Every morning I seek, and find, a place for my soul. That's the hardest one, what it needs forever changing.
Soul room: a candle, a stare (gorgeous view, oak trees, birch trees, and my sisters garden), kindness towards view, reflektion back to Self.
Every morning ... ... ... ... ...
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| Some posion in softness |
Ah, yes, the best of rituals is the morning ritual 🙏🩵
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