I’ve been a morning person for as long as I can remember. I often get up early and dive right into some kind of “practice”, which lately has been journaling. Sometimes it’s meditation, other days I do a movement or yoga asana practice, or some breathwork, or even go for a run. One recent morning, my morning yoga practice turned into writing a quasi-poem about the way the sun was making its entrance in my world that day.
I’m sharing this here because, well, it’s a little bit sexy, so that’s fun. And more importantly, because this piece is a product of what might be called “my tantric embodiment practice”, simply showing up and welcoming whatever is most alive, with a sense of radical sacredness. Maybe reading this will help you find new ways to show up for yourself, today and every day.