#rituals

[gettothedancing]

In mimetic societies, ‘do the right thing’ corresponds to ‘perform the right ritual’.

Luca Dellanna, Mimetic Societies: Ritual over Merit (2020)

[lailoken]

I recently needed to perform a ritual that required a desolate threshold or point of passage in the wild. I let my spirits lead the way, and needless to say, I was not disappointed with the result.

[takeya-dancin]

As a Person with Anxiety, Rituals Are Important to Me

I have become more aware of rituals that are all around me. I look for them, I search.

Living with anxiety is hard, but it also gives me the power to notice things (both good and bad) in a way I am not sure all people see. I am often in my head- bad things abound- ruminating in a toxic way. I try to catch myself in those spirals and practice mindfulness.

Mindfulness is a practice of being totally in the present and mindful of everything happening at that very moment. It helps to ground me during particularly hard moments.

I've seen mention online of "daily rituals" and to me, they feel like an extension of what it means to be mindful. I am trying to notice more, and incorporate some of those rituals into my daily habits.

For instance, the first time I recognized a consistent action creating mindfulness is when I started making my own pour over coffee. It was a resentful practice at first. My husband said he would make coffee for me every morning until he stopped drinking coffee! Ugh!

I had to learn how to do it- I had to write out the instructions and tape them to the kitchen wall, which feels very much like a thing my Grandma would do.

After that, I just started doing it. I wouldn't make it for myself every day. I don't have that kind of time as a chronically late person. But when I do have a day that I start work at 11 am instead of 9 am, I make my own cup of coffee.

I set a kettle of water on the stove while I grab the grounds, scale, coffee filter, filter cone, and a mug that fits the feel of the day. My "Bitchin'" mug is used often. I place the filter in the cone and wet it through. I place that on top of my mug, I fill it with 22 grams of coffee (everything weighed on the scale), and I wait for the whistle of the kettle. After, I wait for it to cool off before pouring in the water at different specific increments.

I am left with a steaming mug of coffee that I made myself. I am overwhelmed with a sense of peace. It washes over me like a cloud.

I clean everything up (also part of my ritual), sit down, and breathe it in, waiting for it to cool enough for that first sip, that first jolt of energy.

I have started noticing my other rituals. Watering my tomatoes during the summer, doing something creative, doing my hair or makeup, making guacamole in my molcajete, curing my molcajete, baking at night, looking at the sun set, writing here to you (the digital abyss).

Things are hard, but rituals feel like bursts of life cut up into little moments. Like the tomato that I popped into my mouth yesterday after watching it grow all summer. Like watching coffee steam rise from my mug.

[evilwizard068]

my screaming skull is such an asshole bro it never shuts up

[vinwarren]

[leobladelirious]

𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓑𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓱𝓱𝓱𝓱...

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