In our old house, our mailbox hung right next to the front door. With our move last summer, we gained the ritual of strolling down a driveway to retrieve our mail. Short as the walk is, it has become an event. We walk. We stroll. We scooter. We bike. Sometimes it's a chore. Sometimes more. But, I welcome adding this to our list of rituals.
As I consider our many rituals, I must acknowledge that they are superimposed on a what could easily be considered quite a chaotic foundation. We are always working towards a state of order and accomplishment, but we certainly never get there. Does anyone really? But, in large part, that is why I reach for these rituals, pick them up out of obscurity. Their light makes sense of the chaos and keeps us, or certainly me, afloat.
We have the same ritual :). s
ReplyDeleteWalking to the mailbox is a wonderful ritual full of expectations. How wonderful if one finds a fat letter from someone dear. These days those are few and far between! Still the expectations remain. Lucky JC!
ReplyDeleteAlice, I just love reading your writing and seeing the world through your eyes for a glimpse. Also, I love seeing photos of the kids growing, you are all so amazing! *Adley
ReplyDeleteDearest Adley, you warm my heart! I hope all is well in your world. I think of you so often! Thank you for writing, and reading, too! So much love!
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