There was a time I raced through mornings, flung myself into work, answered messages between mouthfuls, and collapsed into bed without taking a breath that truly belonged to me. I thought I was being efficient. But the truth? I was disconnected—from myself, from my joy, from the pulse of life.
Then I started noticing the small things. The warm weight of a cup in my hands. The way the early light wrapped itself around the edge of my curtain. The calm that followed five minutes of silence. I realised something simple and profound: everyday moments could become sacred. Not in the ceremonial sense, but in the soul sense. These rituals reminded me of who I was beneath the roles, beneath the doing.
Now, I begin my day with intention. A quiet stretch. A whispered affirmation. A sip of lemon water in the garden. These aren’t tasks—they’re touchstones. Anchors that bring me back to my body, my breath, my being.
In a world that glorifies hustle, ritual is rebellion. It’s a gentle no to the chaos, and a fierce yes to self. Whether it’s lighting a candle, taking a midday walk, or journalling at dusk, your ritual doesn’t have to be complex. It just needs to be yours.
Your sacred is already here, hidden in plain sight. You only need to pause, notice, and return.
If you are ready to let Reiki form part of that routine, reach out to me and let’s begin pouring love into your cup in the best possible way.
“Ritual isn’t routine—it’s remembering who you are.”