This is how it works. Each morning I take a running leap and I dive into words. I hunt under the surface for the right ones and emerge with the catch. … A daily practice. My meditation.*
Lemn Sissay

We live our lives so poorly because we arrive in the present always unprepared, incapable and too distracted for everything.**
Rainer Maria Rilke

How might we awaken to the infinite
at the beginning of the day?:
how to contain the serious within the playful;
that is,
to keep all our finite games in infinite play.^

Together with my porridge,
I dive into ideas,
Like the BFG gathering dreams:
Every morning I is going out
and snitching new dreams
to put in my bottles.^^

Some write their morning pages
to connect with what they love,
Their infinite,
Others use the time between home and work
to reconnect with what matters most to them.

It’s not about the time spent,
Or the method used,
But providing ourselves with
the gift of preparation.

*Lemn Sissay’s let the light pour in;
**Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters on Life:
^James Carse’s Finite and Infinite Games;
^^Roald Dahl’s The BFG.