There is something about a morning set up or flow that reorganises my soul.

My situ is not complicated.

It’s not a certain set of sequences (well, yes tea first!).

It doesn’t belong to any organisation or instution.

It’s mine.

And its often messy and it changes with the seasons.

But a morning set of things is the most devotional offering I can give myself.

Lately, a new rhythm is what I need as I have a work schedule I need to get organised for.

Also I need to be on the bus by 7.40am. Yep, ungodly really. Anyho.

After a few weeks of not really thinking about my morning, a few of my most fun morning rituals got dropped. I wasn’t even aware, until I started to feel a bit flat. A big meh.