My intentions had been to do a ritual on waking this morning. I like to gather some greenery from the garden, infuse water with herbs, take a crystal (a remnant from my brush with the new age last century) and light a candle. At a makeshift altar I’d meditate for a while and then give thanks for all that I have in my life, let go of the feelings I’d like to discard and clean the slate for the new year.
Instead I woke with a head full of mucus and began psyching myself into the final countdown (30 hours) before my entire family arrive for their first Australian Christmas. I’ve had a number of Christmas’s with my siblings, though this is the first with my parents too.
I am a bundle of contradictions, I know, believing in no god (or gods) but love a good pagan ritual. I quite like a Buddhist Puja, the serenity of an old church and the mystery of meditation.
For now I have to drag my weary bones off to a modern temple of sorts, the supermarket, to fill the house with edible cheer. I will get my moment of reflection when my head is clearer.
Hope the season is treating you well, whatever your spiritual beliefs (or lack of).