As I gently open my eyes each morning, I am blessed with the sight of a new day. Of the sky lit up softly by the sun, and of the charm of unforeseen goodness to come.
Now I am ready to write.
It feels like a divine channeling of some sort, my heart lit up by a connection with a higher power. My pen flowing freely, without too much delay.
What accompanies these words is a cup of rich ceremonial cacao. Amongst the myriad of benefits, and engaging history, it's the sacredness of ceremony, and the beauty of ritual that makes me feel at home. It calms my mind, stills the nerves so my soul can speak with ease.
There are a plethora of benefits of cacao in its raw and unprocessed state. Amongst the abundance of minerals it's the magic of its history that guides my morning words. The kooky bitterness, and charming scent instil hope within and a smiling openness to the day ahead. Cacao sets my being in a state of surrender to the highest good of the Universe.
The first sip is like the first word written on a blank page. Soothing, warm, home. My soul enjoys the subtle bitterness of cacao, a reminder of what it is to be alive, and to feel and experience the full spectrum of human emotions.
I don't believe in, nor am I aligned with labelling and categorising people into mental states. As human beings we feel the range of emotions, some more rooted in sadness than others, who linger that little bit longer in anxiety, who are elated with overwhelming joy. We are human and we have the capacity to feel extremely and thoroughly deep.
Sipping cacao and writing ground my mornings. Anchor me to the day, a reminder of who I am. When moments become heavy, overwhelming or sad, I remember the morning, aware of its rising again. I remember what it is to be home and I am settled once again into my heart.
Into truth.
Into love.
Loretta
xo
