Early Morning Devotion: A Season of Ceremony
It’s late. Or maybe it’s early. Either way, the world is quiet… and so am I. Not because I don’t have anything to say— but because my spirit is finally at peace.
This is a season of ceremony. Not the performance kind. Not the kind you prep for or post about. But the kind that lives in your bones. The kind you carry in how you breathe, how you bless your food, how you let love find you without forcing it.
I’m living and loving in sovereignty now. That quiet kind. Not loud or defensive or wrapped in a manifesto. Just… rooted. Present. Certain in who I am without needing proof.
And the people in my life— whew. They’re sacred contracts. Not just friends or lovers, but soul agreements. They quiet my nervous system, make me feel safe and soft and stretched all at once. Like they were sent to remind me: You’re allowed to feel everything and still be held.
I’m thinking big these days. Audacious. Elemental. Not based on what’s trending or “smart.” I’m not here to serve the algorithm. I’m not here to repeat cycles just because they’re familiar. I’m tracking rhythm, not patterns. Seasons, not schedules.
And I like it here. Here in this season. In this body. In this sacred, sensual, sometimes messy life.
This love I give and receive— it’s prayerful. Not performative. This joy, this freedom, this knowing... it’s a ceremony.
My sovereignty is the ceremony. And I’m honoring it daily, in the most ordinary, holy ways.
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Kira.
there is a deep and rooted stillness in your words. I've been exploring this word, devotion. The devotion of Bhakti, for example. It's better than discipline - there is not obedience. It's better than lazy - to not want to work in an unequitable way is not lazy. But to be devoted, daily, that's something I'm finding my way back to.
I started reading Dr. Kristin Neff's newer book, Fierce Self-Compassion. I've been loving the feminine side of things, of everything, because of the world and what we need, but there's still an idea in the world that femininity is only tender. In her book she talks about 4 kinds of self-compassion, and only 1 is tender. The rest are fierce: protecting, motivating, and providing.
She writes for women (in this book, and I get it), but I see (per society, gender roles) providing as generally a more masculine...protecting also, but the image of a mamma bear is obviously gendered contemporarily. I keep looking for the motivating kind - I mean, that's what I've been looking for, and I just got to that part of the book. But in some ways, motivation is just as tenuous a word as discipline or productivity. I'm curious to see how motivation comes up in your work.
You write about pleasure, which is fantastic. Dr. Katherine Morgan Schafler wrote the perfectionist's guide to losing control - also written to women, but to me it read like it was written for men as well. She talks about perfectionism as a self-punishment (a disciplinary measure)...stay at your desk for 8 hours until you get it done! no breaks!
Another thread to weave into this, and then I'll go, is joy. Today I heard George Lucas, of all people, talk about happiness either being pleasure or joy. Curious to hear your thoughts on that, if anything resonates.