Morning Freshness After a Good Night’s Sleep
My Daily Need for Inner Conversion is Part of My Morning Routine
Each morning, I usually wake up enthused and ready to read my email messages of daily reflections. My need for inner reflection and prayer is as important a part of my regular routine as is eating healthy, keeping active, and getting 8 hours of sleep. These days, I’m learning not to even speak about past grievances, mine or anyone else’s. Instead, it’s more important for me to understand that each morning presents a brand-new day, and that everyone I will meet brings me another step closer to my inner conversion to greater love, happiness, wisdom, wonder, and well-being, all through having a childlike heart.
Spiritual people are in the same darkness as everyone else while we’re sleeping, but the moment we open our eyes, we know and understand that there’s a new day of hope and wonder ahead of all of us. There’s so much remarkable rejuvenation happening within our bodies and minds while we’re sleeping, but somehow, we lose sight of our phenomenal caretaker body and immune system at work. Some might be further along than others in identifying this grace and choose to leave their yesterdays behind; instead, they ready themselves for a fresh start each day. This is important because there’s usually something that shakes me throughout the day. Only through reflection do I feel that I have the necessary tools to recognize my own or others’ shortcomings and forgiven myself and everyone else. Only through spiritual reflection do these things come through to me a little more clearly. These reflections might unsettle me, but ultimately are for my good, whether it means letting go of my ego, past grievances, blame, or even chaos elsewhere in the world. My own inner conversion is necessary for me to feel good and secure and it reveals how much I’ve grown through willingness to love and forgive. This, along with eating healthier, remaining active, and recognizing the healing power of sleep, all make a huge difference in my health and sanity and I am happy to share these practices to others.
Focusing on this practice has helped tame my pride and vanity, which are taking a back seat now, which is most freeing. I am more vulnerable and trust in forgiveness in exchange for love and happiness; these are powerful tools to ease anxiety, pain, and suffering, compared to how my ego would have continually projected the wrongs within and around me. In many ways, I’m still like a child seeking to understand that we’re all essentially the same: we are lost without having someone to love, protect, and guide us, lost without someone who needs us and who we need; lost without someone to look up to us and for us to look up to; and lost without someone to plan with us, whether it’s a parent, spouse, child, or an organization. Becoming more conscious and grateful for my daily reflections, health and well-being, as well as getting much-needed sleep are all necessities that serve me and keep me full of hope and childlike wonder. This allows me to eagerly trust each day’s morning of freshness that plays out through everyone around me. As each morning passes, I know I’ve thrived with love, hope, and wonder in my heart.
About Catherine Nagle: Catherine grew up in Philadelphia with 16 brothers and sisters, reared by loving, old-school Italian parents. Catherine’s artist father’s works graced churches and public buildings; her mother was a full-time homemaker. A professional hairdresser, Catherine worked in various salons while studying the Bible and pursuing spiritual growth through courses, seminars, lectures, the works of Marianne Williamson, and through conferences, including the National Theology of the Body Congress.
She is an Ambassador of the Society of Emotional Intelligence and a frequent contributor to the Huffington Post and Arianna Huffington’s Thrive Global. The mother of two children, and now a grandmother, Catherine lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and son. She is the author of Imprinted Wisdom and Absence and Presence and a contributor to Anne Born’s These Winter Months: The Late Orphan Project Anthology.