Every morning I am woken up by the tentative creaking open of my bedroom door. The subtle sound is the whisper before the energy of my six year old daughter comes bounding into the room. Every. Morning. How does she do this?! It’s a super power that I’m quite envious of.
I lift one eyelid open with great effort then plod my way to the kitchen. Kettle on. Breakfast sounds commence. After I make my cup of tea, I sit in the bay window and look out onto the waking world. This is my most favourite ritual of all, beginning with the opening of the door and ending with a cup of tea enjoyed beside the window.
When days do not begin like this, it throws me off kilter slightly and it takes a lot of effort to get back on track. I don’t know about you, but I’m finding my sacred little rituals more important now more than ever. Maybe it is because so much of life is out of our control, it’s nice to feel like you own something. This is my special bubble of time; please don’t pop it.
On a Sunday my ritual is extended slightly and boy does it ever feel indulgent. I follow up the cup of tea with a cup of coffee in my favourite mug. I put my phone to the side, grab a book, and read for many happy minutes whilst Teen Titans and whatever else said six year old is into, blares from the tv. Perhaps I should buy some ear defenders so that this can truly become a magnificent ritual indeed.
What about you guys? What are your small but significant rituals to keep you on an even keel.