I am afraid of the darkness outside. I close my curtains every night and open them to the earliest light. These are the end and the beginning of my daily routines.
At home or away, sick or well, troubled or at peace, routines are comforting. They create spaces in time and place for delight in the joyful unexpected and for coping with its dreaded counterpart.
Breaking with routine on occasion is comforting too: a holiday, a vacation, a spontaneous moment of presence: watching the cat chase a butterfly or listening to a toddler learn to use language to bring order to the chaos of new sensations.
On holy days like Christmas, alternate routines are dusted off and elevated to the status of rituals, and they temporarily take the place of mundane habits.
There are people who are not around every day. There is food that is not part of the daily fare, and we give thanks to whatever we believe in for sunlight and darkness and curtains to let them in or close them out, for health and the sickness that makes health a blessing, for peace and joy and the trouble and sadness that make them real, for daily routines and holiday rituals, for food and coffee, cats and dogs, butterflies, Christmas trees, toddlers, and words.
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