I’ve been up for 2 ish hours. Mathematics would tell you that means I awoke right around 4:13 which would be right on the nose. I don’t mind getting up at this time even if it’s my day off. I prefer to wake up early on these days it gives me the opportunity to enjoy it in its entirety. I’m a morning rituals and routine person.

I get up, turn on the shower, release the liquids still left in the tank from the night before, jump in the shower (after peeing mind you I share my tub with other inhabitants) and cleanse my body to the best of my energy at 4:15am allows me. I take two different kinds of showers. The am is more ceremonious, wake and wet. Almost like a gas station car wash. I look shiny and presentable but eh, there might be some mud hanging in the under carriage. I probably could’ve found a better analogy for that one.. What I mean by that is I use my morning shower time to wake up, light soap rinse and then I slowly turn the hot water off to until I’m shivering. No cold plunge here Rogan fans I last about 30 seconds before I give up. I’m awake though. PSA- never stand in front of a full length mirror right after the cold part of the shower.

After my shower I’ll start my coffee and do a little meditation practice while my coffee brews. Headphones on my hertz of the morning and some eye covers to keep my distractions honest. I’ll pour a glass of water, light a candle and give my water a solid blessing before I drink it. 20 minute timer on my phone is set to allow me time to scratch all the sediment on the pineal gland I’ve been talking to for the last few months. I sit for 20 minutes, completely still, eyes closed. I have a brief convo with my inside guy about how beautiful the day will be today, breath appropriately and when I’m done my coffee is ready to assist with my morning. I keep my candle lit next to my coffee cup. It keeps the fluids warm while I drink its beaningful essence. Some mornings I’ll do a yoga routine before meditation. Loosen up those Chakras for the day.

Chakra Khan let me rock you chakra khan 🎵

I’ve shortened my scroll time considerably. It used to be my first activity in the morning. Wake up to coffee and doomscrolling. That’s a word that should never be a word but here we are. I toggle my three medias back and forth depending on the context and mood. If I see too much bullshit on Facebook I’ll dip out for the rest of the day. Since I’m no longer assisting in the FB bullshit meter it’s much easier to vibe and leave. In the old days I’d post something ridiculous and watch my friends list population go up and down like Dow Jones. I no longer have the spirit for those things anymore. IG is not much better since I can go from watching a kitten befriend a baby chick and then the next reel watch a man get cut in half from rear ending a semi while trying to outrun the cops.

My brain goes from cream and sugar to vinegar and salt real fast.

I don’t mind TikTok. I’ve got my algorithms curated like a bonsai tree on there. It’s nothing but cat videos, camping, spirituality and conspiracy theories. That’s my kinda soup yall. I get my current news from TikTok too. It may not be accurate but neither are the big guys either. TikTok for the most part hasn’t been compromised enough to lose interest like everything else.

I spend an hour journaling (currently) and I’ll put my headphones on some other hertz depending on the frequency I want to frequent today. 7.83 right now. I’ve got some low beating drums in my ‘phones and lowkey chanting. Earth resonance for you folks who are inquiring.

Then I’ll go for a four mile walk. Sometimes unplugged other times trying to finish my blog while I walk. I’ve gotten to be intimate with quite a few low hanging branches while I practice this routine. Sonar would be nice.

By 8am I’ve gotten my spiritual routine done for the day. My whole ass process for the morning is part of my spiritual routine.

Cleanse first thing

I’ve done my devotion time with my meditation

My morning blessing with my water

Opened up my mind for my daily practice of peace and harmony

Grounding on my walks. If it’s clear skies I’ll stand still while the sun rises and shines on my face and smile. If I happen across a creek I’ll take off my shoes and stand in the water. If you happen to be out and about this time of morning and see me there’s a good chance you’ll see me just smiling my ass off.

Why? Because life is beautiful.

Just writing it out makes even more so. Words are used to express not to suppress.

It would seem I have detoured my old demeanor into something a tad more positive.

5 years ago I was trying to fuel the fire for three struggling restaurants. Always with a hangover riding side saddle with me. Fat liver looking like a dried misshapen cow patty. There’s a nice illustration for you.

Man, I look at that guy and smile.

Thanks dude. You bore the weight of some bad shit while I waited for you to find me. Yes I wrote this one out myself but I sort of didn’t.

You took the licks, the punches, the tears.

Take a break my friend. You’ve earned it. I’ve got it from here.

That’s a healthy way of saying goodbye to a part of you that doesn’t need to suffer anymore.

Adulation is on the rise.

Rewiring your mental health is like painting in the dark sometimes. You go into your studio while it’s dark, feel for a paint brush, a handful of acrylic paint tubes and walk around with your hands outstretched until you find the canvas. You mix your paint blindly on your palette and paint. You visualize what you want to paint and let the brush do its work. You can’t turn on the lights the only light source is the one in the back of your mind, dimly highlighting what it is you’re trying to paint. After a few weeks your studio isn’t as dark as it used to be. You no longer grope for your brushes, you know exactly where the colors on your palette lie. The canvas is exactly where you left it the day before. Your hands work around the image in your mind and projects it on the canvas.

After months and months of layers of paint, thousands of brush strokes and blind ambition, you open your eyes to see what your mind painted for you years ago in perfect condition and order. The studio was never dark.

You just had your eyes closed the whole time.

I can tell you the exact moment that light switch flipped on.

But

I’ll keep it to myself. It’s mine to keep.

Find your frequency y’all. ☮️