Musings & Margins

My grandmother kept a daybook, a small book for each year in which she wrote out her thoughts each day. She never showed them to anyone. I knew about them because she lived next door as I was growing up, and I often saw her writing in them. I have them now, hidden away in my attic. I keep them to remind myself that sometimes writing or creating things is really for yourself, your own way of cherishing your life and recognizing every life’s amazing bounty. Still, it can’t hurt to share those pieces of your life.

Why I Am Not Fond of Rituals

Lighting a candle for a joy or a sorrow is fine, but the same sense of bonding, of belonging or control that comes with that ritual can be used to unite people in acts of violence, in seditious assaults on our national Capitol, for instance.  Tyrants and despots who would steal our freedoms know how to use the hidden effects of ritual as well as do the teachers and preachers we trust.    

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