This month I sent a reflective card talking about rituals. I shared some of mine and asked people to think about theirs. Here is what I shared and what people then shared with me. One person chose to share a ritual and one person shared a story of connection which is what my April letter focused on. I loved reading both!
From Me:
What Rituals do you have that no one sees that are important to you?
Morning Coffee in the Same Chair? Playlists for different moods? Routines can hold people together. They are anchors and it’s important to recognize them. I get up early before anyone else and make a cup of coffee and look up travel or work on projects. The quite morning is when I feel most inspired and hopeful. The coffee provides comfort. I have started eating peanut butter toast in the morning because my parents always eat peanut butter toast and I find the smell of it comforting. I play music in the shower because it’s like therapy. I carefully select my coffee cup each morning and start my day off with a memory around where I got that cup. These are just a few of mine. What are yours? If you feel like sharing you can always send them to me on the website, or you can keep them personal.
What Readers Shared in April
Tonight healed something in me I didn't know needed healing.
My husband and I had a rare, childless afternoon — wandering downtown Mesa, soaking up the kind of perfect Arizona evening that makes you remember why you live here. Good drinks. Great food. The sun doing that golden thing it does.
At our last stop, a kind gentleman complimented my husband's shirt. And something — call it instinct, call it the universe nudging me — told me to invite him and his companion to join us.
They said yes.
What happened next was one of those evenings you can't plan. Laughter that came easy. Conversation that went deep. The kind of human connection that has no agenda, no performance — just two strangers deciding, in a single moment of openness, to become something more.
We made new friends tonight. Real ones.
I've been carrying the weight of the world lately — I think we all have. The noise, the division, the grief of watching people forget how to see each other. But tonight reminded me that underneath all of it, people are still good. Still curious. Still capable of showing up for one another in the most beautifully ordinary ways.
A patio table. A compliment. A yes.
That's all it took.
Don't stop inviting people in. The world needs it more than ever.
Kristin- AZ
My younger son and I have a ritual that I always make breakfast sandwiches when he comes home. From the time he was in college to now as an adult, I always make him a breakfast sandwich. He tells me I make the best breakfast sandwiches he's ever had. I don't know if that's true, but it makes me feel so good. I make them with a lot of love, and butter.
Kim H-MI
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