So the secret sauce is this.
My daily practices don’t begin and end in the morning.
My whole day is a spiritual practice.
I live and breathe spirituality.
There’s no such thing as a daily spiritual practice for me that is defined by time.
The truth is that I embody spirituality every moment of every day.
This doesn’t mean that I walk around in a perpetual zen state.
I’m still in my human body with all its challenges.
I still have arguments with my teen.
And work stress.
And household chores.
And bills to pay.
But I practice mindfulness whenever I remember.
I find joy in all the little things.
Like a canister full of tea.
A forgotten piece of my favorite chocolate.
A bird landing outside my window.
The smile on my son’s face.
And I am so grateful for all I have.
I remind myself of my abundance every day.
The Divine has blessed me
With a roof over my head.
A fridge full of food.
Running hot water.
A mom who is still in this world (though my dad is not).
The resources that enable me to have this lifestyle.
So my daily practice is this.
I show up every day.
And I do the work.
Every minute I get.
The practices may change from day to day.
But I never forget why I’m here.
I’m a healer and an activator.
And I’m here to wake up the world.
Through my voice.
The way I live.
The way I love.
My very being.