My Morning Ritual

 I enjoy the peaceful time of dawn, when the world is still dark. 

My day starts with the simple habit of making ginger tea, its aroma rising in the cool air as I sit facing east. I leave my window slightly open to let in fresh air as I hold the warm cup, feeling its heat in my hands and spirit, a comforting treat after an early dinner. 

The soft, cool air on my skin refreshes my body and senses as I drink; I read a non-fiction book, organizing my thoughts and plans for the day, ready to work toward my goals with clear focus.

As sunlight spreads across the sky, birds sing their morning songs, and my garden comes alive. This change fills me with warmth and gratitude, reminding me to smile and appreciate nature's beauty.

What rituals bring you calm as you greet the morning? I invite you to pause and consider how your own early routines shape your mindset and prepare you for what lies ahead.

The Young Gardener

"Aargh, my hands are dirty." cried a five-year-old Pedro as he raises them in the air and flaps them irritatingly. 

"That's alright," came the mom to his rescue as she dusted them off and kissed those fingertips, "Look at the plant you just put in the soil."

Little Pedro saw the marigold and went his way. 

A week went by; the tiny plant had two new buds. 

Pedro was noticing it all this while. 

Then one fine day, mom saw him bend over and kiss the flower. 

"The flower is so happy," he said as he clapped his hands. 

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In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about earthing. Put a character’s hands, feet or body and soul into the earth. Who needs recharging? What happens between the interaction? Go where the prompt leads!