Habits (or lack thereof) change where we arrive. Rhythms build roads; lack of rhythms leaves us lost. Small daily turns decide destination, and we only have one life. I’d read, and think often, how originally a habit meant a piece of clothing that we inhabit, pull on, live in. As nuns dress in habits to express their devotion to God, so habits, like clothing, reveal our own kinds of devotion. More than something we do, habits make us who we are. Habits are uniforms that reveal identity; change your habits and you change who you are. All pilgrims wear their habits, every WayFarer wears a way of
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