Morning Poetry

Poem of the morning ::: a very tantrik poem from Rilke, The Book of Hours. Seeing the divine in all things...
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I make an effort to read at least one poem a day. I’ve made it a part of my morning routine. I can then meditate on it for the rest of the morning. As our mornings color our day, set the tone, which becomes our weeks, it’s important to have a morning routine which you feel comfortable informing your day ::: informing your life. What are your morning routines? πŸ‘‡πŸ»πŸ‘‡πŸ»πŸ‘‡πŸ»
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If you need support carving out better morning habits, write me 😘
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One thing I’d like to add to my days is calling my mother more often. And calling my sister. If only I wasn’t such a one pointed recluse in the morning (ahem in my life πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ). I need someone to force me out of my apartment more often otherwise all I do is work. I feel lucky though that I love what I do and that it feeds my soul so much so that I don’t go out πŸ˜‚
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🌹 but I had lunch with a new student yesterday and it was perfect. Thank you for asking me to lunch dear one, I needed that.

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