Waking as a Priestess
Beginning the day in devotion, not urgency.
Some mornings I wake with sadness curled beside me like an old companion.
There’s no story. No reason I can name.
Just the weight of waking. The ache of remembering I’m human again.
It used to send me into urgency.
Fix it. Hide it. Rush past it.
Start the day “right.”
But now, I know better.
Now, I meet myself softly.
I whisper good morning to the part of me that aches.
I stretch. I breathe. I let my body come back to life slowly.
This is the ritual:
I wake like a priestess—not because I feel enlightened, but because I choose to begin in presence.
I open the day like an altar.
I let the light in slowly, the way I wish the world would let me in.
Some days I move straight to prayer.
Others, I just drink tea in silence and let the ritual be restraint—the refusal to rush.
To wake as a priestess is not to be perfect.
It is to begin the day as a sacred being in a sacred body, with sacred breath.
Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.
You do not have to feel radiant to be worthy of reverence.
You just have to choose not to abandon yourself in the first hour of the day.
That alone is devotion.
We begin with a single spark.
These devotions are part of a living practice—a slow and sacred offering from my own path of remembering, shared in the hope they ignite something along your own journey.
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