By Nicole Murayama Nir
My alarm gently buzzes me awake.
I make my way to our dimly lit kitchen and fill the kettle with water. Water is life. Water is a gift. Water is sacred. And in these times, a privilege. Each day begins with an acknowledgement of the nourishment we receive from our lives on Earth.
I turn on the kettle. As I wait, I fill another glass with water and add a pinch of sea salt.
The kettle whistles. I thank the Earth for these herbs and add them to my cup. I let the water cool down a bit, then steep them with love.
As I wait for my tea to cool down, I wash my face, moisturize, and then, meditate. Fully belly inhale. Full belly exhale. Repeat. Fully belly inhale. Full belly exhale. Repeat. I am whole. I am worthy. I am enough. I am love. Repeat.
As I prepare for the day, I do so with intent. I pick out my armor for the day and cleanse them with selenite. As I put on my makeup, I whisper spells of confidence, bravery, protection, and grace.
I feed my body what she needs. Bitters. Bone broth. Vegetables. Fermented foods. Protein. Healthy fats. Tea. Water. Movement. Rest. Ritual. Quiet. Solitude. Connection.
As the day goes on, I consider where I can say yes, and where I should say no. Connection. Intention. Reciprocity. I give to what nourishes me. Reciprocal connections are sacred. Existing in this body is sacred. That which is sacred deserves intention, attention, love. Nourishment.
I nourish my body and my body nourishes me. I nourish my community and my community nourishes me. I give love and receive love, both, which nourish me.
At the end of the day, I remember to be grateful. I am lucky. I am loved. I am full. I am nourished.