Every Saturday morning our house phone rings nice and early with news from New Zealand from Ouma and Oupa.
Maximus runs around excited singing cuckoo, cuckoo, as he remembers their clock that sings in their garage.
Every Monday night we sit on the porch and watch the kids play in the yard as we talk through the weekend, week or current issue with our kids at family night. The moment of reflection, the time of conversation, the moment in our week where we acknowledge family and friends.
Growing up every friday in our house was one that had no red meat served. Fish and Chips were often on the menu, especially during the season of Lent, leading up to Easter. A reminder of the power of the cross, confirming that the consequence of Good Friday is not a once a year event but an everyday reality for our family.
Most Sundays a Lamb roast was prepared, with potatoes, gravy, peas and corn. It was never fancy, but a reminder that the sabbath was upon us.
Each night as I calm my little two year olds beating heart, I turn down the house lights and turn on the lamps. I light candles and replace the television rumble with music and hopefully a little more peace.
We sit on the side of my little ones bed and we read books. He says ‘book more Mummy, book more’. As I roll my eyes at his new sleep aversion technique I smile at the ritual of calming his heart.
I used to calm my own thoughts each evening with reading and scripture, but lately I have found the rhythm of crochet a meditation that fills my heart with prayer and thoughts of the day. A ritual of completion, aware that the day has finished and a new one is dawning.
Every morning I awake with a hot cup of tea or coffee, I sit and allow myself to wake slowly. Lately I have been trying to not fill my heart and mind with the craziness of the online world, until I have at least sat and contemplated what the new day holds.
What are your rituals?
Without them it is hard to find a weekly rhythm and comfort in the midst of the world that evades us.
News of plane’s going missing and young boys being hurt, celebrity after celebrity taking their life and awkward conversations as people try to grapple with forgiveness.
I need to lean into ritual in this season.
It is something my soul was created for.
I am working on a weekly rhythm for this writing space, I need some framework to create within.
Then I can take comfort in that.
My thoughts are so far this…
Monday: Dream- beyond today, my hopes and yours for the future.
Tuesday: Create- What is inspiring me to create, including interviews of my favourite creatives.
Wednesday: Reflect- devotion, scripture, meditation and rest.
Thursday: leadership- humility, strength, innovation and mentoring.
Friday: family- motherhood, marriage, sisterhood and singleness.
Saturday: writing- how, what, quotes, methods and application.
Sunday: Jesus- my strength, my heart, my soul, my motivation.
This is still very fresh, but I am thinking I will mould my writing around these themes and rituals, providing direction and form to my crazy creative wanderings.
Lots of thinking at the moment.
2 thoughts on “Take comfort in rituals”
I have really been thinking this is what is really missing in my life at the moment.. We have had some crazy things happen over the last two weeks with Mya plus our normal crazy hospital existence with Archie! And it has thrown me for a loop! I’m looking forward to a refresh weekend away with a couple of girls.. And I’m taking a journal with me. Time to refresh my march inspire fail.. Recoup.. And find some ritual in my life so that I start feeling more comfortable and less like I’m fighting my way through the weeks. Love you xxx hope baby 2 is treating you well! Squeeze Maximus for me!
Love you, hoping that this new week is full of lots of comfort and rituals.