Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Ritual and Change
However, I do love rituals. My coffee routine is the same every morning and when it isn't, I often feel as though something is off. Often, on weekends, Bubba and I will get up with the sun and walk a couple of miles to our favorite coffee shop and back before the girls are even up, but even though the coffee and the company are exquisite, as soon as I get home, if I don't get busy doing something else pretty much right away, I begin to feel as though I need to make myself coffee at home, too.
I also love the predictable things that come around once a year - my sister-in-law's annual Easter dinner and egg hunt that includes a different mix of friends and family every time, but is always fun and festive; the way our neighborhood comes alive in the evening just after Daylight Savings Time when parents and kids are out playing catch or walking the dog and visiting on the sidewalk with other folks who are taking advantage of the fact that it isn't dark at 5pm anymore. There is something comforting and grounding about those occasional events that I forget about and then find myself welcoming back.
I think it is against the backdrop of those rituals that I can feel confident about big changes. Lola is graduating from middle school this year and heading off into the world of high school. Eve will soon have her driver's license and is increasingly away from home doing things with friends. My work seems to be on the verge of something big as well, but instead of feeling overwhelmed and freaked out, the touchstones of family dinners at Easter and cherry blossoms bursting out all over have given me a safe container in which to sit.
The trick, I think, is to spend as much time honoring the rituals I love as I spend thinking about the new, exciting things that are to come.