Ritual is about preparing.
I seemed to have agreed to take the path that spirals downward in to the depth of pain and confusion following my mother’s death. To walk this path
I try to prepare to be with my heartbreak; to prepare to grieve.
Where do I start?
Flowers. I’ll start with flowers. They seem to be around during many transitions in life.
I prepare for a ceremony with a crown wreath.
Then I begin to pray, and the journey begins with the long breath that will help me go under the surface and into the murkiness.
I take a long breath. On the exhale, I end up entering the belly of the whale.
In the middle of the belly, I take the next inhale, and willingly but reluctantly step into the messiness of my pain and truth.
