Savoring Each Precious Moment

It’s a cool day outside. Although sunlight drips through the pine trees, warming my skin, humidity chills my insides. When I read the news, a similar chill grips me.

As I wrote in my last post, it’s a challenging time for most of us around the world.

Like many humans, I find myself seeking solace amongst nature’s gifts, witnessing intemporal moments in life: unfurling blooms, bubbling creeks, fertile grass.

Each day, I fill notebooks—longhand—pouring out the aches and yearns in my heart.

Then I hit the road for a half-hour, caressing coral-colored petals, dipping my fingertips in the creek, sidestepping baby shoots of grass.

Once again, this meditative practice in nature—tactile and intentional—helps lift my spirits when all seems so bleak. I perform this ritual each morning, even while travelling. It opens my senses, welcomes all that surrounds me, all that lurks inside. It shows me how I am alive. And how each moment is precious.

You might want to try it, too.

I would love to hear your thoughts about your own morning practice, or rituals. Feel free to reach out to me via the contact form.