The water reflects only your troubled face. You are the one who fills the well. I often think that ritual gives us something to do with our hands rather than our heads, performing a set of actions that root us into our being again. Ritual is different from worship: a matter of instinct rather than construction, a gesture that lets us weave significance in the moment. It is so undemanding, so simple, almost passive. You follow the steps, and they take you down to find what you need. At this point in time, ritual is exactly what I need. The world is unfurling all around me after too many seasons
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