Whenever I read about fellow Pagans getting up at 5 am to pray and meditate, something in me revolts. For one, I keep weird hours, and 5 am usually means bedtime. And that kind of discipline scares me, because I generally lack it when it comes to forcing myself to do something.
I have famously gone through periods of Circling daily for months at a time, and then going back to integrating small moments of magic worked into the every-day flow of things. But I prefer when the simple every day moments of magic and gratitude includes starting and ending the day at my altar, lighting candles and incense, and speaking to my Gods.
But after finally giving in and reading Eat, Pray, Love and working again with Thorn Coyle's Evolutionary Witchcraft, I'm scourging my own rear-end to resume daily practice.
Last night I cleaned and set-up my altar, invoked the Witch-Father and the Lady of the Crossroads, offered them candles and incense. My witchery tends to be a bit formal, but last night I relaxed and just spoke. Addressed certain fears, some issues in my life that needed attention, sent out requests on behalf of loved ones, sent blessings to family and friends.
I'm going to spend a few moments each day in this liminal space. I can't guarantee that the mornings will find me in the mood for it, or that I won't have several cups of coffee while checking my email first, but I'm committing myself to trying.