First Morning
Birth is just behind, still in the room, in the air, on the skin.
The morning is rising and it holds in it’s hands the beginnings of your new life. Together.
The first morning is a container, holding you together in a soft liminal space, within which you get to discover. You get to pause. You get to slowly pore over the details.
You get to go gently, explorers just setting out into a new wilderness, tentative and tender.
First Morning Sessions are about quietly observing and honouring the morning as it is.
They’re often clumsy and awkward (these fingers are impossibly small, how do we ever learn to dress these limbs, to manage this latch?!)
It’s animal; there is milk and blood meconium. There are salty tears, everyone’s.
Your humanness is laid bare. You know nothing about this, nothing and everything.
It’s bruised and aching and vulnerable, it’s soft and wild, it’s discovery and recognition, it’s setting out and returning home.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
“It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.”
— Squarespace