1. Reluctantly, I gave myself permission to dump any plans for the day. Instead, I sat with a box of Kleenex on my lap, nursing a head cold. There is relief in letting go.
2. The echo of the chainsaw drew me to the porch where I stood in the sun for a few minutes.
3. The ritual of tucking the house in for the night; going 'round to turn off lights, lock doors and pull down shades.
You make me think of my ritual of opening up my house in the early morning - turning the computer on, the living room lamp with the bulb that takes forever to brighten, tapping on the under-the-counter lights in the kitchen. I always think of my father who would be thinking, "Does she really need every light in the house on?"
ReplyDeleteI hope you are feeling better soon. Colds are no fun!
ReplyDeleteOur rituals... so true! Husband Steve is our
ReplyDelete"Night Watchman" with a fine tuned sequence of duties he performs each evening. I have a poem
called "Kitchen Rituals"...about the daily dance done each morning. Hope you're feeling
better?
Leonora-- Hope the cold doesn't linger for long. A little sun is good! No fun to feel housebound this time of year (though being taken care of won't hurt). Feel better!
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