I like the beginning of each new day. It's like the blank page of a journal: open and spacious, waiting to be written with each thought, feeling, and step I take. There is no wrong or right step. It's about choosing the step that makes sense to my being. How do I know what makes sense to me? It's a combination of having a morning ritual and feeling the newness of each day. Part of my ritual is brewing a fresh pot of coffee and stepping into nature. Alongside my cup of coffe