I’ll miss mornings like these at the LCITW. I wouldn’t call myself an early bird, but I am very much a morning person. I rather like everything about morning but especially like the light. The light looks just like I feel — slow, stretching, rising, reaching, yawning, tea brewing, daydreaming morning light. Beautiful. It’s like being with a good old friend, easy and bright…which is a magical thing to think about — being friends with a distant star that regularly supplies my mornings with ancient light. It’s the little cosmic things that make all the difference…
Robert is an early bird. He hops right out of bed with bright, beady eyes and gets to it. It’s almost disturbing to witness the tiny violence of him leaping into day the way he does. He really grabs morning in his teeth and gives it a shake. I like to wake up, lay about in the warmth of my sleep coccoon daydreaming and drowsing before I finally get up, wander down the ladder to the main floor in the cabin and begin my morning ablutions. I quit drinking coffee. Did I tell you that? I quit early on in the summer. I woke up one morning and opined aloud, “I think this junk hurts my stomach.” That morning, I had herbal tea instead, and then the next day too, and so on and so forth until I was an official non-coffee-drinker. It wasn’t hard. It feels good. My stomach feels much better, all the time. On a whim, I made myself a cup a few weeks ago, just to see what would happen to me if I reintroduced it to my purified system. I spent most of the day twitching and stuttering, my limbs were herky jerky, my mind was racing. It was awful.
Anyway, now that I am exclusively a tea drinker, I brew my tea (today it is double bergamot earl grey decaf) and usually go for a walk in the woods with my cup in hand (out to the tabernacle) or I settle down on the loveseat here and write for a while. Sometimes I write for me, other times I pen letters to far away friends. The dogs come in and out, checking in on me, waggling and wiggling and smiling. Farley puts his head on my lap and asks for a ear rub. Tater Tot bites my pen. They like the morning too. Penelope usually hops up with me and curls herself around my feet which is a soft and warm sensory experience. I have been known to say that I keep a weenie dog simply as a foot warming apparatus. But don’t worry, I am sweet on her beyond this appointed capacity of hers. Unless she’s being bad. When she is bad, she’s terribly bad. And the cat? Rhubarb is usually passed out somewhere after a night of hunting in the wilds here. He brought home a rabbit two weeks ago. Unbelievable, right? It was sad, but only natural.
My mornings dawdle, draw themselves towards noon — creeping, leaping, shimmying and sashaying. After my first cup of tea, I have a second. I make something to eat. I dawdle about some more. I sketch out a ring idea. I tidy the kitchen. I go running. I wonder what the new bird song is I’m hearing. I feed the cat. And eventually I make my way to work where I usually stay late. Last night I was in the Airstream until 10PM or so. A late start means a late end to the day. I’m slow to begin but a strong finisher. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I wonder though, what are your mornings like? What would you change, if you could? What is the very best thing about the way you start the day? I ask because I want to know, but also because it’s good to inspect things from time to time, make the changes that need changing and appreciate the things that need appreciating.
Have a good one, you wild pack of sweet little corkers.
X
Mine tend to start early, before the sun, while crickets, tree frogs, whip-poor-wills and owls still own the quiet dark. I take the dogs for a bike ride or walk and come home to do chores in the softening light of the new day. Warm, sleepy goats stretch and look for a good scratch or cuddle, the horses look for their their hugs and kisses and grain, the chickens eager to be let out to peck and scratch. I try to spend some extra time outside for myself, to watch and listen to the shift of day. I cherish this bit of time by myself in the morning, greeting the day this way
I go in to wake up my husband and start getting ready for work.
If I could, I’d love to have more time in the morning to myself. To write to friends, to spend longer outside, to sketch or journal with a cup of coffee and really savor the early hours.
Thanks for asking. Love you, ya know.
xx
I’m somewhere in between an up-and-at-em’ and a slow-starter. I LOVE the mornings too. I often feel energized, renewed, and a sense of hopefulness and wonder. Who knows what the day will hold. In the past year I’ve tried homing in on a daily morning routine. I usually wake up and immediately am out of bed, hug my husband and pet the dog (in whichever order they reach me first), journal (while sipping a cup of coffee), take a walk with my pack (hubby and pup), eat breakfast, and begin work. It’s a rhythm that feels good and constant. Despite everything being structured, it all feels different depending on the day. A little alone/quiet time and a little together time is perfect for me 🙂
Love hearing about your mornings. The slow wake sounds so superb! And exclusively tea? Glad you’re feeling a healthy difference. I have one cup of coffee and feel satisfied… but wouldn’t mind switching to something less harsh (English Breakfast, Earl Grey, and the like).
Hope you’re enjoying your last few weeks at the LCITW! xo
I am most definitely a morning person. I tend to wake up while the moon is still bright and high in the sky, the sun no where to be seen. My favorite way to start the day is with an early run. I’ll slip sideways out of bed, careful not to disturb my own sleeping mini-weenie and my favorite man, lace up and head out onto the quiet, chilly streets. It’s peaceful and serene, watching the city wake up slowly. By the time I ’round back to the house, the sunlight is just starting to fade in, displacing the darkness at its feathered edges. I come home just as the rest of my household is (reluctantly) getting up and hop into the comfort of a warm shower. I get dressed, give the man a kiss, the weenie a pat and head off for my morning cup of coffee and work. I drive down along the country highways and watch the sun rise up over corn fields and grassy pastures. I take it all in.
That run is clarifying for me – setting my mind up like one sets a table, for whatever comes my way that day. I’m a much more pleasant, happy person when I do this. Noticeably so. It makes everything that follows in the day that much more bearable.
I suppose if I were to change anything, I’d change the scenery – be able to trek off into the woods on a trail for a bit – that would be lovely! But I enjoy my routine, my iced coffee (in every season, not just summer).
Jason is a happy morning person, I am not. The alarm goes off and he cheerfully goes about making himself breakfast while I grumble and groan my way through a shower. He chatters at me about his dreams and the plans for the day while I squint at him over my cereal bowl. I can barely eat in the mornings – anything other than cereal or oatmeal has to wait until I’ve been awake a couple of hours or I’m nauseous all morning.
I start waking up about an hour after I’ve started moving for the day, just in time for the drive to work. I get there and make the coffee, and by noon I’ll have had about 25 – 40 ounces, give or take.
I’m a girl who shines in afternoons and evenings. From 1:30 or so until about 7, I am productive and working nad making things happen. Unfortunately with a full-time job I barely feel like I have time for my own actual life, but I get home and make dinner for Jason and I, let out the dog feed the dog interact with the dog, and after dinner I’ll try to get some painting done but by then my brain is winding down from its long work day and just… stops.
I love Sundays for this reason. I wake up at 7 but don’t have to do anything right away, so I can take the time to dream and plan and sip just one cup of coffee ever-so-slowly. And paint. And walk. And talk to Jason. And actually, one day a week, really live the life I want to live. Sometimes I can stretch that feeling into Mondays, but since I’m home and Jason’s at work I usually spend Mondays frantically doing all the weekly housework I neglected Sunday so that Jason and I could just focus on spending time together. And trying to paint.
I have always been a night owl, myself. And can fully relate to that comment of yours, “I’m slow to begin, but a strong finisher.” I always love the mornings when I am forced up for some reason or another….such a different light than evening, it seems expectant. But my mornings are quite similar to yours, in that they are spent rising slowly, sipping warm drinks, lounging on the couch with my kitty boys, reading an article or two, writing or sketching, fixing something delicious to eat, and slowly “waking” to my day…which doesn’t get “productive” til noon or later.
Oh, the pleasures of being self employed (and childless, i suppose).
I can stay in the studio (easily) til the witching hour…if not later. My mom tells stories of me when i was a little girl, tucked in bed, just lying awake, staring at the shadows on the ceiling….not falling asleep til 1am or so. It’s hard for me to turn off once I get going I guess! And yet I *LOVE* my sleep once I am there.
(Geesh…longest comment for me yet!)
Really enjoy your writing and photographs….
Since I currently reside, (not LIVE), in New Mexico, mornings begin at sunrise. This is when the dogs wake me up for an early walk before the heat of the day sets in. The morning walk is honestly quite relaxing and has become a bonding experience for me and the dogs, bless their hearts.
I have also quit drinking coffee this summer – favoring home brewed iced tea with a bit of local honey and almond milk. The best taste of this summer! I tried to also go back to my most favorite sugary coffee but found that it didn’t have as much of an appeal and also caused all sorts of unpleasant bodily feelings. I am amazed at what my body can be accustomed to. Happy day!
Herky jerky! Haha! I’m exactly the same since quitting coffee a couple years ago. I miss it though, the smell, the taste, everything. (Seems almost sacrilegious that I don’t mainline the stuff.) I roll out of bed between 4:00 and 5:00 most mornings, grab my jug of water, turn on the computer or grab a notebook and get to work. When my brain turns to mush I switch to research or editing. Every hour on the hour I crank up the K-Pop to get my brain and body fizzing again. By lunchtime I call it a day!
What would I change? I’d live by the ocean so I could start each day with a lovely walk along the beach.
Happy to see you happy!
xxx
I love that black and turquoise sheet! Where did you get it?
Sorry this is such a late answer to your question! It was hand stitched in India but I found it at a TJ Maxx in Idaho!!! Good find. 🙂
my mornings start early..before most of the world is awake, funny as I used to be a night owl…back when I was a single mom…but now after marriage and another little man my scheduled had to switch along with the new life….I just love to be up when the world is still asleep…magic is alive then, and I love the stillness it brings
First thing I do is I spend time in the SouLodge….this is a most important practice…i do different things there, but I always start my day there…i light my candles, smudge myself, give gratitude for all that is, and express that gratitude in what ever form seems to fit for that day…then I take the puppy prince out to “the church” and we run with the coyotes…last week it was my bear, but he is gone now up to the mountains for which I am glad because he was getting big and it only takes on crazy human to say it is over for him….I get my messages for the day there, the heron, the beaver, the mallards and Canadian geese all have something to say to us. I love seeing my pups face when we go…it is his time to be wild as he chases after the coyote scent. I always wish this time could last longer, but mama duties call back home where I arrive back just as my big guy and my little guy are getting up….that is my mornings, most mornings…the weekend tends to look a bit different…..
and now I must say how happy I was to come home form yoga today to find your postcard!
joy joy
thank you…one coming your way soon!
love and light
Mike and I are similar. We both are slow to get going. Him more so than I. He is the quintessential night owl, and is happiest working until 3 or 4 am, then sleeping til noon. I prefer to get up between 8 and 9 and then dawdle and putter through the morning.
Mind you, this is what my ideal is, not what usually happens. With kids who rise with the sun, I am usually awakened much too early and open my eyes to demands. It is not easy. For months, I woke up to Molly whacking my pillow next to my head. When I groggily opened my eyes, I met with her scowl and her little stern voice, “Get me food!” No kidding, that was how my little “sweetpea” spoke.
I’ve been known to stumble to the tv, put on a kid’s dvd, throw cereal bars at them, then go back to bed. I’m not proud of it, but it is sometimes necessary for all concerned.
The best mornings are when I am slowly awakened by happy playing voices – voices who stay in their room and play contentedly, *without fighting*, for a good while. I need time to come to terms with the new day in my own way. As they get older, these times are more frequent, thankfully.
ain’t a morning person.
never have been.
i love the evenings: sunset. winter alpenglow. quietcalm. yoga. journal.
i love the nights: stars. planets. moon. aurora borealis. angelo cat.
have always been a tea person, also.
recently switching to green tea, though….enjoying that with [yes, i still have some] idaho honey.
you’re priceless.
one in a million.
and i’m so glad to know ya.
xx
I, too, am slower in the mornings. I get up extra early (between 4 and 6) just so i can sit in my big overstuffed chair, covered in blankets, coffee in hand, and read read read. I enjoy the peace of the morning and just being cozy as the sun rises and the rest of the city kicks up. I either have the window open, the air cranked, or a fan on just so i can be cool enough to snuggle under blankets! does anyone else do that? My husband does not understand me (something about the power bill blah blah blah :). I work second shift at a hospital so i am able to extend my mornings as long as i want. I love that. After hours of reading I do eventually get more productive and mix my mornings between chores and creativity. Something is getting created! I have an insatiable need to put color down on white!
I woke around 4am this morning… it was cold and my love woke as well. He turned the heater on (first time this season!) and we both snuggled down for more sleep. 5am brought the alarm and thoughts of shutting it off for more sleep… which I did but sleep did not come and I’m thankful. Leaving bed is hard for me… but oh how I love to be awake in the early early hours. Had it not been so cold I would have most likely been up when I first woke.
I stretch, listen to my love sleeping and peek in on my little guy… he’ll be three next month and I am so blessed. My dogs stay sleeping at the hours I wake – I can hear them breathing heavy and deep as I pass by their beds sneaking quietly to my office. I wish for a cup of tea… but do not wish to wake others with my clanging and banging in the kitchen so I keep walking.
The computer greets me with a light a little too harsh for the early hour and I rub my eyes trying to adjust. Work beckons and the freedom of my day is the goal. Outside it is dark… save for two porch lights that can be seen way across the valley. Most mornings, if my window is open, I can hear deer feeding in my flower beds and the occasional truck pass by on the road down the way that separates the valley.
I work away… packing as much as possible into the early hours while everyone sleeps. As the sun rises my family stirs and I stand up to stretch from all ready too many hours on the computer.
A cup of black tea with a bit of honey, some grainy bread and I’m ready to take on the day with the freedom.
PS – I found 8×9= security question a bit too challenging for my early hour LOL… I knew the answer but didn’t trust myself so double checked with my calculator. Apparently I can write at an early hour but not figure simple math.
I loved reading through these and appreciating all of the different perspectives that we have regarding time and our own bodily rhythms. Normally my day begins when everyone else here is leaving for work (about6:30) and I head out to feed the horses. Each one gets a hug and a scratch along with a bit of conversation while I drag feed tubs back where they belong and survey the grounds to see if anything requires attention. Then I make the feeding rounds to the accompaniment of deep nickers from the older ones and sweet high-pitched whinnies from the babes. Once that is completed (and I never rush it) I head out to the fields in back with my camera and spend a minimum of 30 minutes walking, seeing, and *be*ing. Around 8 I’m back inside brewing myself a pot of dark roast organic coffee to sip while reading, checking my online dailies, and mapping out a plan for the day. Then I get busy– ticking things off of my list in a series of activities that alternate between indoors and outdoors all morning long. I’m always a bit wistful when it gets to be about 1 o’clock and I realize that the morning is behind me. Obviously that *normal* morning is on hold for another month or two while I heal. Mornings now follow no predictable pattern as of yet.
One thing that I don’t do enough but absolutely love is to sit quietly and watch the dawn arrive. It is fascinating to watch the the black and white shadowed shapes of night have their colors return and grow in intensity with the coming of light. Then I am compelled to read poetry or something spiritual to hang onto the wonder a bit longer.
xoxo
Hi Jillian,
Sounds heavenly in that cabin, I haven’t been able to get to my family’s camp this year and you remind me of how that is. I’m not a morning person because I LOVE my bed and my dreams, but then once up I’m glad to be up. So I usually get up about 2 hours before work, have my chocolate milk, hop in the shower and then take my dog for a walk down to the creek and back, looking for blue herons and geese and frogs and stuff. Then we come home and I sit in my outdoor “throne” and play frisbee with Rascal for awhile in between giving the cat cuddles, then I fill all the bird feeders, and then, rats, it’s time to go inside and get ready for work. But that walk really sets my day, physically and mentally. I make a half sandwich for breakfast which I take to work every day and have there. Then I just pine for home until 5:00 and FREEDOM. On weekends, I can often be found back in bed after our walk though, Rascal loves that too! 🙂 Please, lots more pictures, that place is magical!
Katy
Gosh…Your commenters write you letters!
Coffee. Ah my beloved bean…Yesterday, mid-day, I was wracked by/with{?} anxiety and {inside} shivers…So unbidden, unexplainable. I think it’s the coffee. Today I start cutting way, way back. I shall miss my dear dark friend.
I was so happy to read this. Today. I’ve just struggled to change my sleeping pattern and was in need of inspiration. Six months into my broken heart it still hurts to be awake during the morning. The hours are oft unbearable…I think it’s because of the morning kisses and calls we once made…And so, I am in need of a new thing.
Thank you and love. xo
Great to see you Jillian…I literally jumped from June to September….only wanted to say hi and how lovely it is to see you…more later xx
My mornings vary seasonally with the sun and the snow and the dark here in the subarctic wilds of the Yukon. These cold fall mornings we wake slowly, begrudgingly- hoping not to be the first the chill pulls out of bed and to the woodstove near the walltent door. He makes coffee, surveys the progress on our home (nearly all the tin is on) while I sneak both dogs under the covers and listen to the husky whisper, his nose under my chin, while the black and white paws at me for more scratches; he can never have enough. When its time for me to leave I turn on the electric bear fence, and start the 2km walk to the river. Everything is purple or yellow now, fading to brown. Except for the rose hips and high bush cran who glow neon. I slide my canoe into the water, point my bow upstream and every day I marvel that if you get the angle right the river does the work for you- you move straight across, and not downstream. No frenzied paddling needed. These fall days the Klondike is low, in the spring soloing is not an option, it takes two of us to beak inertia and resist the current.
Thanks for the beautiful words!
Wow Rian – My days are filled with a lot of things… but never once have I turned on an electric bear fence before going about my day. That concept certainly caused me to pause. When we bought our house there was a forest service bear trap in the driveway… an old bear was coming down the mountain to rummage – I suppose age and competition forced him off the hill in search of food. He was never caught but I still scan the hillside in the dusks of morning and night before venturing far from my door.
Rian, your description is so beautiful I’m still savoring the image of the purples and yellows fading to brown–the rosehips and high bush cranberry with their neon glow. Manalive. And, it made me think gee I need to get out there and live more! 🙂
Jennifer- Other than grizzly tracks we haven’t seen a bear- but we live in a really remote area- and I don’t want to be responsible for a problem bear who gets into our dog food or dry goods and suddenly associates two legged folks with food. Its my hope no bear ever gets near it!
And Hedgerow Rose- I think I need to live more too! I think everyone does- I’m working at a 9-5 desk job for the first time in years to finance this property and house- and so I have to fit my adventuring in on my commute. We all live as much as we can! (And I won’t pretend when you’re sore, tired, or have the flu, the commute sucks.)
And as for neon rosehips- we need em! We’re losing about 10 minutes of daylight a day here now, soon everything will be grey-blue, night, white stars and snow. I have to hang on to the memories of these colours until next April, so the brighter the better.
Hope you have great days!
I have LOVED reading all these comments! THANK YOU all for being here. I’m going to respond to each one later this evening, once I am finished work. XX
Hello~I have loved reading each of these comments following that lovely post. I am definitely a morning person but not the chirpy, excitable kind. I do pounce out of bed, but move about slowly and quietly. I love to be outside to catch a glimpse of the moon and then watch the sun claim it’s place. The morning light lifts my spirits like nothing else.
On the rare occasions when I sleep in, I’m thankful for the needed sleep but am so bummed to have missed my favorite part of the day. The other day, walking with my pup the morning light was so perfect and golden. It was shining on a pasture and making the dew look like a field of diamonds. When we circled back around, it was just a field of damp grass again and I just smiled and felt very grateful for my early rising nature.
Jillian, I just want to add that your work is stunning. Those Last Gasp Rings–good heavens, they are fantastic!
First off, No more coffee?! BRAVE SOUL 😉 Secondly, such lovely mornings, ladies!
I’m a morning gal through and through. Work days: I rise to the sound of my alarm, stretch in bed, admire the dawn of a new day, and then straight to the coffee pot. I hop on the computer, turn on classical music, and sip my coffee while reading the news. My journal is always open for jottings and such. I make a whopping bowl of oatmeal for breakfast & then it’s gettin’ ready and off to work. On weekends: Stevie Nicks puts it best…”I got up at nine. Okay I didn’t get up at nine. I woke up at nine. I drank coffee, nine to ten, ten to eleven, eleven to twelve. Three hours. That’s my me-time.” Then add some mid morning yoga and a walk around the “lake” Merritt. 😉
What I would change….Instantly if I could….To break free from this urban jungle and live on some LAND. Somewhere safe enough for a single gal to take an early morning(or night) walk/run without it being risky or dangerous!!!!
Love to you, dear ladybird!
I am up between 6:00 and 6:30, and much like Robert, wide awake with the opening of my eyes. The hubster and I cuddle and admire the light before making the bed. We attend to the animals, ours and the wild birds that visit, then do the morning tidying. I practice yoga or row on the machine in the basement before having something to eat. After that, and the part I would most like to change, I am less ordered, sometimes spending too much time on the internet, procrastinating by cleaning or inventing something that just has to be done before getting to the real work of my life, writing and creating.
I had plans to respond to each and every one of these wonderful comments on this post but then I realized I was going to say the exact same thing over and over again to each of you. So I think one response will suffice.
Thanks for being here and sharing the details of of your mornings and your nights and for revealing the sacred little ways you begin and end your days. I felt…connected…to you while reading through the tiny, brilliant details of your lives. I make myself vulnerable here and when you reach out gently and meet me halfway and take the time to connect with me, it gives me a greater reason than ever to create, photograph and write.
Thank you all for being here.
For taking the time.
For your tender hearts and your kind hands.
X
A late response from me… I loved your post! I very much have to take my time in the morning. It’s just to jarring to JUMP out of bed. Almost every morning I wake and then wiggle around and think about all sorts of things while still under the covers. I sometimes lie there for 30 minutes. I have a cafe’ au lait and ease into my day. I also take a run in the late morning and then have some lunch before I get ready for work. I work swing shift hours 2:30pm-10:30pm because having the morning to myself works well for me! Today I went on a bit of a ramble in the beautiful Sept. weather of SF and tried to notice new things in the different neighborhoods I trotted through. I was at a little park that looks out over the bay (with a beautiful view of the GG Bridge) and I heard a bird noise that sounded completely foreign to me. I heard the noise and then saw a flash go past… I could NOT find this bird that was making this noise….and then I thought, ‘is it an insect?’ but it was so loud! Want to guess what it was?
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I’m guessing too because I was never able to focus on this lightening fast marvel. I think it was a hummingbird doing its mating ~swoop~. I’ve seen the big J-swoop they do before, but never have heard one of them, ahem, breaking the Sound Barrier. It was like a -CRACK-. If I hadn’t been out, enjoying the morning I would have never experienced that! chirp
Hi Jillian,
I was hunting for a pickle recipe on Pinterest…and I found “The Noisy Plume”… Which has turned out to be Simply Marvelous! I used your pickle recipe just 2 weeks ago. My mom was visiting and I had her help me. This was our first canning experience together…I can’t wait to test the pickles out.
Mornings…I wake up a lit’ by just laying still…I open the curtains to let some light in …just enough to see the sky and the tall evergreens. As I lay there all cozy & still I watch for birds to fly by…it’s usually a crow or two first then maybe a few chick-a-dee’s, or swallows. They stop off on a few branches, play a little and take off. This reminds me I have got to take off too…out of bed I go. Coffee has been my morning hot beverage since i met my coffee loving Man. I like to sit on the front porch with Adam, sip and wake up slowly with nature. If the weather is in a tizzy I curl up on the couch w/blanket in the “TV” room and listen to king 5 news where MJ help us out with the weather forecast. I get my gear ready, work bag, lunch bag, grab a granola bar or yogurt to go and jump in the truck to go work in “the garden.” We do ornamental horticulture for private homeowners, I get exercise alllll day. Come winter though I love to move in or out doors…walks,jogs, & runs. Oh how I do admire the beautiful mornings you have shared…inspiring one to really live by “feeling” alive. Sooo glad to meet you. Cher
I’m an early bird too. I adore the mornings, I love being up before every one else, which in my house is not too difficult as Benjamin is a night owl and Minty the Jack Russel stays curled up with Benjamin until he stirs. Some times I’ll go downstairs and make myself an cup of tea, (I’ve started to only drink black tea with milk in the mornings and have herbal or fruit teas throughout the day), I’ve never been a coffee drinker, I get the occasional craving, which I indulge and usually regret later, I love tea it all it’s forms, except Earl Grey, I love Lady Grey. Mostly I will bring my tea back to bed and read my book for a while. I don’t like to lay about too long though, I get up then and start the day.
I should say however that this is my Summer time routine, while I’m on my Summer break from College, which will be commencing again soon. I do love to get into College early though before the place really fills up with students and it gets noisy and hectic, I like to plan my day, drink tea, (of course), and read or do some research before the bustle begins, the mornings are pure bliss.
A very late response 🙂 I found your blog a few weeks ago. I’m mesmorized by your writing and photos! I find myself coming back here and reading a few posts daily 🙂 I just had this discussion this morning with a friend at our yoga studio. I was never a morning person until my second son made me one 😉 that was a long time ago. I’m usually up between 4-6am. I have I cup of French roast with organic heavy cream. I’m more of a tea person and until recently either had Earl Gray or a Yerba mate latte to start. I drink herbal tea and kombucha throughout the day. If I’m up before my husband I cuddle up on the couch with my hot drink and a little Bible study. Then there is email catch up and Instagram viewing. When the sun starts to rise I like to walk across to the lake and sit at the beach and watch the beautiful colors spread across the sky. I’ve captured some great sunrises over the years! Especially now in the Winter. After I’ll usually make a green smoothie and get ready for yoga class at the studio I belong to. I love my slow mornings! Thanks for sharing yours Jillian! I’m also enjoying your Instagram.
Nice meeting you!
Colleen