I usually aim to waken before the rest of the family and be simply present with my self in whatever format feels appropriate, though usually I 'sit', often with a cat in my lap.

Last night I finished listening to a recording of a teleclass I'm taking part in where the teacher, Ellias Lonsdale, spoke of letting attentive presence take up the foreground of awareness in the day-to-day without judgement or criticism of all the other voices/thoughts which tend also to appear.
So this morning, while the cat warmed my sub-zero frozen fingers (can you tell they're still numb on the keyboard?!) I watched as the thoughts ebbed and flowed into the foreground and back again, and bathed deeply in that other presence.. I'm sure someone like Shameslaya will have a term for this activity..... 

At night, I like to dip back in to this pool of self (if that's what it is) just before I sleep. It makes my dreams more fruitful and the sleep more restful. 
On a super-calm day, I do it at red stop lights or the kitchen sink too!

If I can catch myself before I'm speeding away from it at warp gazillion grinning inanely and bursting into sporadic giggles....
I centre and breathe into the sensations it's made up of. I let the breath gently expand the places where the individual layers of tissue emotion have got snarled up with each other. As the breath edges slowly in, lapping through the tight places and freeing up their innate urge to jive with their cosmic song-of-the-moment, the inhales expand and exhales extend.
Usually, if I get to the kernel of it all, the energy's dancing in a way that feels a lot like excitement. Specially when it's basking in pure presence....  Yeeha!

The trick, of course, is in the catching of myself :)  

All the forgotten, fragmented and abandoned parts of myself.

I don't have to understand them all, but I know that finding some of them again will ask for my understanding.