I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of slow morning routines. What must it be like to open your eyes to a new morning, stretch languidly in your bed and slowly allow yourself to come to full consciousness as the soft rays of sunlight fall gently on your face. Finally, you rise gracefully from bed, plod to the bathroom for your morning ablutions before returning to slip into some comfortable pajamas and a soft robe. Prayers over, journalling done, you lean back in your chair as you partake of a delicious breakfast with a newspaper beside you. Or perhaps you take your breakfast outside in your backyard, breathing in the delicate fragrances of blooming flowers and plants as birds chirp their morning greetings. Breakfast done, reading done, you center yourself in the morning’s beauty all before you make your way out of the door to dress for work or back through the house to your home office.

Imagine this kind of morning every day.  Imagine this kind of purposeful routine every day. A routine without hurry.