Some mornings feel like a hush. The quiet that holds more than silence, something sacred. From my conservatoire window, I’ve started noticing how the light first falls. It pools gently across the floor, spilling into the corners before anyone else is awake.
I used to think the day began with movement, getting dressed, making coffee or tea, and opening emails. But now I know it starts the moment I pause. There’s something about those first still moments that sets the tone for everything that follows.
I don’t always get it right. Some days begin with noise, tasks, tired eyes, and hurried feet. But I’ve learned to return, even if just for a breath, to that moment by the window. It’s where I remember that stillness is not the same as emptiness. It’s attention. Presence.
There’s a rhythm to these mornings. The birds begin before the sun lifts. The kettle warms. I wrap my cardigan tighter and stand still, holding the day before it opens.
If your mornings feel chaotic, you’re not alone. But there is always a moment, however small, to come back to yourself. It doesn’t have to be poetic. It only has to be real.
May we welcome the day gently whenever we’re able.
Tori Nicole
Graceful Living, One Day at a Time.
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