Reading notes on The Miracle Morning by Hal Elrod. I might have secretly wanted to hate this book. Or if not hate it, at least be very critical of it. But I might like it more than I expected. It's not perfect but it offers some surprisingly pragmatic
At my worktable, a narrow astrological window, a velvet scarf, and a year-long cross stitch are teaching me something about pace. The work resists being hurried, and attention—more than timing—becomes the real devotion.
What happens when spiritual practice starts to look like productivity? A reflection on hustle culture, rest, play, and the pressure to earn enlightenment.
A reflection on returning to writing as practice, attention, and sustained work over time.