For all we know, you could be reading this at 1:00 AM and be dreading tomorrow morning. Our guess is that you fall into one of two categories: those who hate the sound of the alarm so much that you rarely bother to set one, and those who live to smell fresh coffee before the sun comes up. Regardless of where you fall in the spectrum, Woven Mornings welcomes you to recline just enough to take in the table we’ve prepared.
This series is devoted to illuminating the way in which people choose to use food and the comforts of their dwelling to create visual and savory extensions of themselves. If you’re not yet awake enough to wrap your mind around that sentence just yet, it simply means that we care about ritual. We care about the everyday, the seemingly mundane chore of life. You could say we are a little bewitched by the liturgy of everyday life. Our delight is to see the ordinary celebrated, to the point at which the ordinary is unveiled. In Woven Mornings, we are allowed to peer into the lives of strangers or friends who take the raw materials of habitual tasks of the home, and daily transform them into something beautiful, by the simple will to enjoy the moments rather than pass them by.
To us, Mornings represent a decisive span of time we are given each day. If you haven’t already, experiment this morning or the next with this supposition. As soon as you can meander into a bleary awareness of your surroundings, and awaken to the dire need to locate something minty or otherwise fresh, take an extra bundle of seconds to encounter the choice. It presents itself anew everyday, but becomes so regrettably effortless to miss. The choice, of course, is how you will approach this day. In you Mind Palace of chores and appointments, it is easily left drowning in the moat. But if you can arrive at the very least at an awareness of this choice, you will perhaps begin to want to make one, for better, or for worse.
If you, for instance, decide to defer to the sore, lazy, dehydrated beast that hides within all of us, you can in fact live out your day like-mindedly, and without alarming recognition from anyone around you that anything about you has changed. You are looked on upon as “in a bad mood.” Wherever that originated, we are not entirely sure. But it will pass, presumably, without a reason to remember why it began.