I walk the sunrise every morning. This has been going on almost 4 years now.
I organize my life around greeting the sunrise every day. Not the other way around. I adjust my bedtime, wake-up time, and schedule throughout the year as sunrise changes. If the sun decides to rise at 5:47 AM in June, that's my cue. If it waits until 7:18 AM in December, I adjust again.
It's the practice that helped me return home—to myself—and want to continue waking up to and for my life each day.
It's the greatest thing.
The sunrise teaches me so much. I want to be the sunrise: something that consistently shows up exactly as its nature intends, whether it's a clear day, a stormy morning, or a radiantly endless display across the horizon. I can still carry my light in good, bad, and all of life's in between.
In the physical world, home is anywhere I can enjoy my mornings with the sunrise. It's the place that nourishes and energizes me as I greet whatever the day has in store.