Bringing our hopes, dreams, memories, fears...all to the table. When I was younger, we weren't texting, we couldn't get phone calls every moment of every day, we didn't live in front of the TV and my parents didn't live to work. It was different....we still did dinner together, but now it seems more important to perform this ritual. To be all together for a moment. To see each other across the table, taste wonderful foods, laugh at ridiculous jokes and ourselves, to remember great times past and dream about what is to come....to take a moment away from running every which way to just BE together.
Because I can't get this as often as I'd like with my family, I have discovered other ways of ritual that bring me together with people. I knit. Seriously, is there anything more community? It's a craft and ritual as old as time. People getting together to knit, spin, crochet, stitch anything...talk and eat....to be present in the moment, enjoying the company...learning and sharing. I cook. I bring people in to eat. (it's another Greek thing). Sometimes I just go to a movie...alone....with a bunch of other people. We laugh together, cry together, eat popcorn together and although we don't know each other....for a moment, we have been a part of a ritual that brings us together.
Look around you. These rituals are a part of our everyday lives and we often miss them. They give us a places to be playful, to explore the meaning of our lives and to experience something new and wonderful. Take a moment to see them, to acknowledge where you are, who is with you and how it feels to be together.