I desire rituals in my life. I envision ritual as a moment when I tune in to goodness, beauty + connection. This morning, it occurred to me that my favorite rituals are often just the way we do life. I neglect to recognize them as rituals, but they become even more precious when named as such.
A few rituals that are very much worth remembering as such:
Reading this today (a month after I wrote it) reminded me of the richness of these moments ...again! I often wonder if these musings are worth putting out into the abyss...but today I feel the simple value myself. Let's take note of treasured moments + give them the name they deserve. Naming reminds me to maintain these practices...to see the sacred in them...to return to them again + again...ritual.
Love,
Jane
A few rituals that are very much worth remembering as such:
- I love that he brings me a cup of coffee every morning (lately he is trying to make the milk foam as tall as he can + it makes a really funny gnome's cap on top)
- I love that she comes out of her room when I get home from work, and we ask how each other's day was (neither of us have too much exciting to say, but we are together)
- I love sending an I-love-you text to her before I go to sleep every night + receiving a good-morning text from her every morning (but mostly the ones in between)
- I love doing wordle with him after dinner (and fist bumping every trivial accomplishment)
Reading this today (a month after I wrote it) reminded me of the richness of these moments ...again! I often wonder if these musings are worth putting out into the abyss...but today I feel the simple value myself. Let's take note of treasured moments + give them the name they deserve. Naming reminds me to maintain these practices...to see the sacred in them...to return to them again + again...ritual.
Love,
Jane
