When I worked in an office, doing the “daily grind” back in Melbourne, I was most definitely NOT a morning person. I was usually sleep deprived, dreaded the alarm going off in the mornings, and was unenthusiastic about having to get ready and go out to a place that didn’t inspire me.
Recently, it struck me how much all this has changed.
When we moved into our new apartment, I put a lot of effort into creating a meditation space on the terrace. I wanted a place where I could go to feel peaceful and still but also uplifted. Now, it’s become a huge part of the reason why I love getting up in the mornings.
Even if I don’t meditate as such, I look out over Mumbai coming alive or gaze up at the endless sky where birds are soaring. I light an agarbatti. Sometimes I play bhajans. Other times I listen to the sound of the mosque in the distance. The sun shines on my face and warms my body. I feel so blessed to be loved, and doing work that I feel passionate about.
Most of all, I feel blessed to get this time every day for reflection and mindfulness — just being in the present, noticing everything that’s going on around me, even the way the sun’s rays bring out the warm colours of some buildings.
All feels magical in the world.
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