🔊 “When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”
—Muriel Barbery
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After rousing from a hard day yesterday, still a little shaken and definitely uncertain about a few things, I have found that the most I have in this moment are the rituals I have come practice and inhabit: burning sage, lighting incense and candles, sipping a cup of tea on a cold day, chanting to Powers that sometimes seem to have forgotten my name altogether—even tho they never would or could. Life is never a perfect thing, nor is overcoming stuff, nor is any expression of faith on earth; but there is comfort in the familiar: a heavy blanket, wisps of smoke, steam rising from the concoction heating me from the inside out. I wouldn’t say I’m entirely grateful today. Or that I’m fully here, lost in dream worlds and worries, admittedly. But I am somehow both, thankful and here, in spite of it all. Goddess bless.
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