Morning rituals as an investment...

What if every gesture we make,

each silence

every word we speak,

and thought we feed,

creates culture.

And collectively, alongside one another, these gestures & silences, words & thoughts create the culture of our relationships, our towns & cities, our country, as it sits in relation to the world…

I can name at least 27 small choices I made this morning, just before walking Yoshi…  and then another 35 when we returned, bringing me to this moment & time of writing, here with my cup of coffee.

... morning rituals I keep or change as I attend to what my body tells me it needs, in relation to the needs & wants of the sentient beings with whom I share my living space... what is first then second, what has become the natural order of things, choices I made yesterday and a month out, based on what was learned from a bevy of choices years back... which dog food I have chosen to purchase & remembering to mix in pumpkin puree, some choices for the joy of now, others more an investment for the day or longer... sun salutations, this lead & collar over that one... all of it counts.

In these seemingly simple rituals & meanderings, I see how already my day is slightly towards and away… from my own joy, from the life I want to live. Decisions made in context to all the information continually streaming in through my 5 senses… a combination of what I have control over & what comes into my space of living without conscious asking or permission. Each response adding to or turning the path... ripple effects beyond my own life & into the lives of others.

It is always a shared space of living… each choice an investment into my own life. Remembering this slows me down so I can choose more deliberately & with care. Partnering with each moment.

always in wonderment...

Fia