5:45 am and I am up as the alarm sings tunes from the king of pop (aka Michael Jackson). I grew up during a time where his music prowess was unprecedented, flawless, and life giving. I decided to stay in bed for another 5–10 minutes and opened the window next to me. The sun comes out earlier in the months of April so it doesn’t seem like I’m up that early, but the beautiful chirping melodies from the many birds accompanied with the silence of the city, is a reminder that I am. After a few minutes of being utterly transfixed and inspired by the new day, I started my daily routine of rituals.
I go on lots of nature walks. When I’m in and around nature, I become centered, centered in such a way that the rat race that has become my life temporarily vanquishes. I see many metaphors in nature’s presence. Each moment spent amongst the trees has a big lesson behind it. In nature’s silence, every word can be heard clearly. She is able to cut, crystalize, and clarify everything that I need to know.