Routine Versus Ritual

My last few months have been occupied by thoughts of routines and rituals.

Why?

Well, it occurs to me that we spend a lot of time doing things we have to do – cook, wash dishes, brush teeth, make the bed, and mountains of other chores. We tend to build routines around these chores so we remember to do them and to simply make them more efficient.

After a while, it starts to feel like work. Depending on the routine, it can range from boring to drudgery. Why would we want to spend our lives like that when there are ways to make those routines something special?

After painting my bedroom earlier this year, I began focusing on bedtime rituals. This was easy because the new paint color and decor made me long to spend more time in my room, enjoying its new vibe. You can read about the new bedroom here but note the winter bedding has been swapped out for blue and white floral sheets and a fluffy white comforter. The curtains are now flowy and white too! It’s much prettier now!

I turn on some music – typically a classical selection of soft music accompanied by the sounds of nature. Frogs, rustling leaves, and flowing water are understated and relaxing. I flip on the nightstand light and turn down the bed before stepping into the bathroom. There I brush and floss before washing my face and moisturizing.

This step is vital because I visualize literally washing away the day and letting it all go.

Sometimes I journal or read in bed. Sometimes I scroll Pinterest but try to avoid stressful places like the news or Facebook. No need to junk up my brain with social media nonsense when I have worked so hard to clean away the grime from the outside world.

I often start to drift off while reading, sometimes outlasting the music and sometimes out like a light.

This is the only time of my day when I’m able to do exactly what my body says it needs.

This is my evening ritual and it has mostly served me well.

This summer I began turning the ceiling fan on low and that has added a whole other level of relaxation to the evening. Soft sheets, the fan breeze, and waning summer light create a delightful space to simply exist without external demands.

Scout has embraced this ritual as well. If I don’t collect him on time, he will follow me around, silently asking with those big, beautiful eyes why we aren’t resting yet.

Why not romanticize these chores a bit and transform them into a ritual I can enjoy?

I’ve been doing this for months and occasionally wonder what other ways I can incorporate rituals into my day. The bedtime routine has worked great because I do it every day around the same time.

The rest of my day tends to be incredibly unpredictable and often rushed. I have thought about working on a morning ritual, inspired by blogger tips about waking with the sun or sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee. I don’t know what those people do for a living but I tend to drag my sleepy-eyed self out of bed before the sun is up and race to make it to work at 7:30.

There’s not much time for porch mornings!

Perhaps ritualizing meal prep would help me make tastier, healthier dishes to nourish my body. That sounds reasonable.

Do you have rituals? I would love to hear about them!

Silent Sunday

IMG_4071

Open Tabs

I slept late this morning and then luxuriated in bed, cleaning up the open internet tabs on my phone.

I rarely think to bookmark things and simply leave them open for “later” – whenever that is. Scrolling my open tabs is quite the archeological dig through my own brain and strange interests.

There are state parks to visit and quirky restaurants in places I might visit someday. There are things I have looked up and intended to tell you about like a ghost mural from last September’s trip to Philadelphia.

There are a bunch of stories and websites about slow living while working full time, about analog living, and about how winds of political change are impacting mental health and human compassion. There are websites devoted to writing prompts that sound great but that I haven’t used yet.

There are recipes and nutrition plans, stuff about knee pain, and sleeping better. Material for a book that I’m attempting to get off the ground and stories about how slavery nearly was ended in 1846 mingle with music videos and blogs about celebrating our accents rather than trying to neutralize our regional dialects. There are ideas for a monthly work project and an eBay listing for a 1940s Admiral radio that I like but don’t need to buy.

There are LOTS of recipes that need to either be printed or copied onto recipe cards

I started out with 240 open tabs this morning and have it whittled down to 150. Probably 25 of those are recipes that I may try to deal with today. One is a vegetarian gravy that I have made several times and enjoy. It deserves a spot in the recipe box. The Mexican Alphabet Soup recipe I evidently found last winter looks like it deserves a try!

Are these open tabs hurting anything? Probably not. It also wouldn’t hurt to have a better way of organizing them either.

As I scrolled through this mess on my phone it made me marvel at how my mind works and made me wonder how many “tabs” are open in my actual brain. It’s no wonder I can’t focus on anything with all the diverse interests, ongoing projects and streams of thought that run in so many different directions.

Wonder if there’s a website to help organize it all in my mind. Maybe I’ll go look……

Have a good Saturday, friends!

The Way We See

The way we see the world shapes the way we treat it. If a mountain is a deity, not a pile of ore; if a river is one of the veins of the land, not potential irrigation water; if a forest is a sacred grove, not timber; if other species are biological kin, not resources; or if the planet is our mother, not an opportunity — then we will treat each other with greater respect. Thus is the challenge, to look at the world from a different perspective.

David Suzuki

If You’re Lucky

If you’re lucky, your life will be a bit of a journey. There will be ups and downs and some unexpected detours. You’ll go places sometimes and occasionally feel like you’re standing still.

Every day won’t be great or fun. Some days will be downright hard. If you’re lucky, there will be adventure and, if you’re lucky, there will be some quiet too.

It’s nice when there’s balance and planning. But you know something? Odds are pretty good that you won’t always feel like you’re in control. You’ll feel like you’re along for the ride.

And you know something else? That’s not always a bad thing.

I stopped for gas a while back and noticed this scruffy little dog peering at me while waiting for his owner to come back. He looks like the type that would enjoy having the wind in his ears and a good old fashioned joy ride around town.

I was in a hurry to get somewhere and he seemed to be laughing at me as I rushed to start the car.

Silly human. Enjoy the journey, he seemed to say.

And that’s what I’m telling you as well. Whether today is good, bad or indifferent and whether you’re moving forward or standing still, enjoy this day and wherever it takes you.

Morning Sun

Awakening to a sun drenched room on a summer morning is a much different experience than doing so with the early morning blare of an alarm clock.

It reminds me of summer vacation when I was a kid. Sugary cereal, Barbies and She-Ra action figures were the most important things on my to-do list.

We had a library-by-mail service back then and I relished those deliveries in the brown paper envelopes stuffed so full of books they hardly fit in the mailbox. This was my very favorite treat back then and it was completely free.

What a gift to a country kid who loved to read.

Maybe that’s why I still get such a kick out of my Book of the Month Club deliveries and the other book mail I buy.

I was off yesterday and got to wake up with the sun. I don’t eat cereal anymore and there were no Barbies involved but it was a good one anyway. I played some LPs on the record player while making breakfast and doing some chores. After a hot shower, I settled in with a good book and nothing else to do till bedtime.

I went to bed early with a clean kitchen, a happily snoring cat who hogged the bed, and a clear conscience because my to-do list was done and I had fun too.

That’s not so bad for a grown up summer day!