Observe a Ritual


Rituals cause us to pause and consider life for a bit, as punctuation at the end of the sentence causes us to take a brief pause.  The rituals may be simple pauses, like a period at the end of a sentence, or they may be questions, “why is this happening?”  Those pauses usually come with a more somber ritual, acknowledging a passing, or a life transition, such as the loss of a relationship or the change of a job.  The pause of excitement, exclamation, can be found during a pleasurable ritual, a wedding, the birth of a child, an anniversary, the phone call informing you that you have been hired, or your bid for the house was accepted.  Rituals can also be helpful to establish habits, as I am discovering as I develop a few habits I have determined to be for my betterment.

Yoga has saved me.  That is not a dramatic statement; it really has changed my life.  I have learned, through yoga, to calm down, to find a space that is comfortable and breathe.  It reminds me that the current “crisis” might just not be so important or cause for hysterics and when I relax in restorative yoga, I have 90 minutes to myself to breathe.  The ritual of yoga is one that has allowed me to stretch, to relax and to focus on breathing instead of the many other things I have to do.  During yoga class there have been times, many this past year, when tears have streamed down my face during shavasana and the relief was almost too much to bear.

The ritual of cardio exercise is an existing desire but slowing becoming a ritual.  Getting out or to the gym, beginning slowly but working up to that heavenly sweat and the pumping of my own heart, feels at once challenging and effortless.  When I first tried the elliptical exercise I could barely continue for 12 minutes, now after the requisite 30 minutes I could easily continue for another 30 and just put myself in the zone of exercise, dripping with contentment.

The ritual of reading in place of watching television is a happy ritual that I once possessed and am now enticing back into my life.  I have created a cozy little reading corner with a comfy chair, an ottoman, a corner table and a reading light, where I can gaze out the window, pondering my book or put up my feet and even doze contentedly between chapters.  I have another stack of books by my bedside and have now established the ritual of reading a chapter before bed, relinquishing the white noise of late night television.

The ritual of writing, of course the grandest ritual of all my newly established habits sits atop my collection of newfound favorites.  Writing, the instruments:  paper, pens, computer, the memorabilia I gaze at while writing, the photos of my mom and dad with me when I moved to college, my lovely Dalmatian and cute Sonny the mutt, my family complete with mom and dad at Nicole’s culmination from 5th grade a month before my dad passed, and my endless notes scribbled with ideas.  Ideas that now seem to come from nowhere, and everywhere and must be quickly written before they fly away and I lose them forever.  I can corral the ideas and make them conform to my page, encasing them in a tidy package that can be opened by my readers.  My readers!

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  1. Kim

    I am amazed at your ability to turn exercise into a ritual. For me, it can become semi-regular, and I don’t totally dislike it, but I can’t seem to get not that zen place about it! Impressive 🙂

    And I’m glad you have your reading and writing rituals! I have been getting more into reading, myself…


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