Today I’m sick. I feel rotten. While that isn’t what I want to talk about, it is what made me think about pleasure, spoiling myself, hot soup and fuzzy slippers.
Sometimes when life smacks us, whether it is emotional, physical, relationship, financial, whatever, it is the time that we take a time-out. Settle into those comfort ceremonies that warm our soul and allow us to close our eyes for a moment and forget the momentary circumstances.
For me, it is many things, but one of them is hot soup and bread. Few things make me feel as good as quickly as something that tickles my senses in more than one area. Great scents of homemade soup and piping hot bread and butter brings me back to when I was a little girl and being taken care of by someone who loved me. What is yours?
Another of my Ceremonial pleasures is my morning devotional. If I don’t start my day with about 30 – 45 minutes of contemplation, reading, writing and just being silent by myself, I’m off-balance. I thrive and refill. What allows you to refill? For some it is company, laughing, playing, talking. For others it is the outdoors, and still others need total brainless unwinding. Consider your own personal ceremonies and cherish and honor their place in life, and life will feel more like a pleasure than a drudgery.
If not, there is always soup!