Rituals feel like a sturdy shoe,
Bouncy soul, duty worn, made
for mileage.
When I used to hear the word ritual I thought it
full of sexy magic, sensual light
flicking on shadowy places.
In this season I feel it exists more in the
Earth.
Lumps and clumps of soil,
sediment and rock.
Layered in ages and geological events.
My soul settles here.