Good morning.
Before your mind begins its planning,
Its rehearsing,
Its running ahead,
Come down into your body.
Let your eyes gently close.
Let your breath be soft.
Let yourself land here.
Take a slow breath in,
And as you exhale,
Feel yourself drop out of the head,
Into the heart,
Into the belly,
Into the weight of you.
Take another breath,
And sink a little deeper,
Not thinking about the body,
Just being in it.
No,
Just notice where is there sensation in your body right now?
Not where you think you should feel something.
Where do you actually feel something?
Maybe a warmth,
A heaviness,
A tightness,
A tingling,
A hum.
It might be subtle.
It might be loud.
Just notice what's already speaking.
And now,
Let your breath travel there.
Wherever you felt something,
Send your inhale toward it.
Not to fix anything,
Not to change.
Just to meet it.
Just to say,
I'm here.
I feel you.
And as you exhale,
Let that place soften,
Just a little bit.
Let the breath open what it finds.
Now feel downward.
Feel the weight of your body.
The heaviness of your bones,
Your muscles,
Your flesh.
Feel the gravity pulling you gently toward the earth.
And feel what's holding you.
The surface beneath you.
The bed,
The chair,
The floor.
Feel how it meets your weight.
How it doesn't let you fall.
Here,
You are held.
You don't have to hold yourself up.
Right now,
You can just be heavy.
You can just be here.
Imagine roots.
Not something you create.
Something that's already there.
Reaching down from the base of your spine,
Or from wherever you meet the earth.
Feel them extending downward,
Through the floor,
Through foundation,
Through soil.
Passing through the crystals and rocks,
Down into the ground that has held everything that ever lived.
You are part of this.
Connected.
Rooted.
Planted in your body.
In the earth.
Take one more breath.
Slow,
Full,
Deep into the belly.
And as you exhale,
Feel yourself settle even more.
Heavy.
Grounded.
Here.
You're in your body.
Connected to the ground.
From here,
You can meet whatever comes.
And gently,
Without rush,
Begin to let your eyes open.
Slowly.
Gently.
May you carry this rootedness with you,
And return to it whenever you need.
