This morning‘s meditation has been shrouded by ice fog. My candles illuminate my altar as I sit with one cat on my lap, and practice pranayama. Preparing myself for the day ahead, I intend to stay warm and grateful as I serve others.
Starting each day in this way, whatever the weather, allows me to compose myself. Balancing my breath and my emotions, I clear the fog of sleep and access the inner fire. Gratitude for everything that brought me to these practices replaces the chilly obfuscation of life before aligning with my Higher Self.
What warms your soul and clears your head? Can you choose those things every day? Ki to Happiness composes herself.