I have been busy, life became fast. It is increasingly enriching, but it is an interesting marker for me to note I did not manage to write a blog over the colder months. Returning to this periodic writing place, I am thinking of the importance of ritual. Ritual can offer a pause, a reflection on where we are. Writing does this for me, offering a chance to look at fragments of my life in close detail.
When I was on holiday earlier this year, I had breakfast outside in the morning sun. Looking down I saw hundreds of jewels at my feet; minute rainbows hanging from the ends of grass blades. It reminded me of that time of childhood when we would have time to watch clouds, wonder about ants, taste things for the first time. These drops of dew are always there- crimson, green, gold, glittering, poised - but that day I took time to look. I remembered I can create beginnings from the everyday just by allowing it to happen.
When I was on holiday earlier this year, I had breakfast outside in the morning sun. Looking down I saw hundreds of jewels at my feet; minute rainbows hanging from the ends of grass blades. It reminded me of that time of childhood when we would have time to watch clouds, wonder about ants, taste things for the first time. These drops of dew are always there- crimson, green, gold, glittering, poised - but that day I took time to look. I remembered I can create beginnings from the everyday just by allowing it to happen.