Today's photo is a sort of still life study of my daughter's mornings.
Stretch, tea (or coffee), writing, reading a bit... yoga... then about the day's activities.
I'm afraid these days my "morning" rituals are far less glamorous.
Trying to maneuver out of bed without overstretching the muscles in my back... hobbling to the bathroom.... stooped walking/hunched over to the kitchen for some much needed coffee and Motrin.... perhaps a few minutes on the computer to check emails and such... sit... stand... try to find a position of comfort... ice pack.... heating pack.... and on it goes.
But rituals... albeit "lame" ones..... are a common denominator in most everyone's life.
Whether we brush our teeth in a circular motion of up and down... wearing a pair of "lucky" socks for the big game...
even saying "bless you" after someone sneezes... they are all rituals.
A ritual "is a sequence of activities involving gestures, words, and objects,
performed in a sequestered place, and performed according to a set sequence."
I have found however, since moving back to PA last year (yes, it's been a year now)...that my particular set of rituals has changed dramatically. And I am not sure it's a good thing. Yes, my circumstances have also changed dramatically... which necessitated obvious changes in routine... but I used to be far less frenzied.... chaotically busy.... and overworked/ overwhelmed.
Time for some changes.