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nearly every morning, as i sit down to work at my computer, molly, who is otherwise independent and now spends most nights outdoors, wants in and she wants to spend an hour or so in my lap, on a red-dyed, curly-haired sheepskin pillow. she comes in, smelling of fresh hay and the outdoors, jumps up onto her throne and curls into a ball on my lap, sleeping contentedly. it's one of my favorite parts of my day. when i'm away or have morning meetings, i really miss it.
on sunday mornings, my ritual is to stay in bed with a book and the iPad. propped up with pillows and warm under the duvet, i skim facebook and catch up on blogs (using flipboard) and read the opinion pages of the new york times. husband brings me a cup of tea, so i can stay in the warmth of the bed. there's usually a cat or two there with me, purring contentedly away, enjoying the lazy sunday morning as much as i do.
meanwhile, husband's sunday morning ritual is to make tea and sit on a tall stool in the kitchen, listening to the radio and eating his breakfast. sometimes he runs out to the bakery for fresh bread, sometimes we have some left from dinner the night before. i bake bread 2-3 times a week, but we are lucky to have an awesome bread culture in denmark, with good, freshly-baked bread available even at the gas station.
our usual friday dinner is a ritual as well - i almost always bake fresh bread and make a few different things to put on it - garlic mushrooms, some creamy eggplant, maybe hummus, definitely mojo, possibly roasted peppers. whatevers strikes my fancy, really. a sweet , older lady with a truck full of cheese comes to the town square on friday afternoons and i often pick up a big, creamy round of brie or our new favorite - p'tit basque, a sheep milk cheese from france that's just divine. she also has some hand-churned butter that's out of this world. it feels like a relaxed way to eat dinner at the end of the week and a fitting start to the weekend. i'm not sure exactly when we started it, but it has definitely become a ritual and we take comfort in it.
funny how all of the rituals that came to mind are ultimately related to comfort in some way. i think these are the building blocks of our lives, these small comforts we create for ourselves, to fortify us against the sometimes harsh world. they're where life is really lived.
what daily rituals do you have?