Since I had Wee One, Santa has been a problem. By which I mean, should I tell her he exists? Am I lying to her? Am I fooling her? My large concern is if I am hurting her, of course, and I’ve struggled to find a way to share this with her without hurting her.
I’ve asked folks what they have done and how they see it, and surprisingly, have gotten some ugly comments, defensive and sometimes insulting. People are really defensive about Santa.
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I love rituals and think they have an important role in daily life. They give us a small sense of stability and I think holiness to even mundane and ordinary things.
I don’t, at present, have any rituals that I perform for myself on a consistent basis. These days, my rituals are centered around the Wee One: songs I sing when I change her diaper or the way I give her a bath. I’m sure we’ll create more rituals between the two of us, but none of them have a purpose other than bonding and familiarity. But I have, in the past, had rituals that meant a lot to me.
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Sacred: “means revered due to association with (with something) considered worthy of spiritual respect or devotion; or inspiring are or reverence”
I believe that all rituals, religious or otherwise, are sacred. Rituals connect us to a deeper current within humanity, something we are all connected to, and I think that current is God, or part of God. So I love rituals, though I don’t often focus or think about their place in my life. Therefore, I’m glad to think about them in this (albeit late) response to a daily prompt.
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This is a weekly post I do to highlight blogs or bloggers who have inspired me in some way during this week.
1. Rituals from Ginger Sister. For me, rituals are powerful and even spiritual anchors in life. When was in college, when I went out with an Indian man and learned how to make masala tea, or chai. His sister sent me spices from India, so I didn’t have to depend on a weak stock of stale cinnamon and nutmeg. Every morning started with me over the stove, listening for the boil and smelling the increasingly fragrant steam that rose as the tea heated. Then, I moved away, we split up, and I stopped doing it regularly. I found I had a real gap where this ritual had been and felt adrift.
This post is about a beautiful way of transitioning into something new and using ritual to ease that.
3. Finally, there is a delightful blog I stumbled upon this week, Browsing the Atlas, and I found it through the recommendation of the travelogue Take a trip with Andrew McCarthy from the Comfort of Your Chair. I love a good travelogue and I love to find others with a love of traveling. Thank you!