Posts Tagged ‘ritual’

Somehow the body knows what it needs.
Like how, minutes after the change of the year,
I find myself in the hot shower washing off
the old year’s skin with a violet sugar scrub.
I didn’t plan to scrape away the self
that no longer fits, but here I am,
sharp crystals in hand, my everywhere
feeling the tingle, the thrilling sting of the new.
What magic a simple ritual can do.
Can’t change the losses, no,
but I feel surprisingly willing to meet it all
as I step lighter, softer, back into the world.

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my mother began my mornings

by singing to me “it’s going to be

such a lovely day”—

over thirty years later

I still believe her

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After the smudging of desert sage,
after the wearing of white,
after breaking and eating the bread,
after chanting the Sanskrit words,
after dancing in a circle,
after the secret handshake,
after the incense, the bell,
the candles, the cushion

I sit wherever I find myself
and notice how there
is nowhere that is not
an altar.

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