Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The Ritual


I walk through the door feeling as if the day has spent every last cent of me.

The sound that greets me is jarring--My husband's motivational "music": some heavy metal monstrosity that pitches guitars against each other, the sound erupting in war.

After a perfunctory kiss, I make my escape to a quieter part of the house. Feeling immediately calmer, I officially release myself from my day, removing layers of clothing and unlatching underpinnings.

I pull on an ancient, yet soft-as-silk cotton shirt over my head then slide my legs into equally soft pants so loose they barely touch me. I feel my skin sigh a happy thanks.

I realize that although I perform this ritual every single evening, I've never stopped to realize the poetry in the action or the appreciation I feel for a before unnoticed restorative moment.

I sit on my bed, pen and paper in hand and begin to write...

8 comments:

OHmommy said...

I need to stop and appreciate daily rituals more often. Yours do sound poetic!

HeyJules said...

I'd say there probably isn't a woman alive in America that doesn't understand exactly what you're talking about.

May we all breathe a collective sigh...ahhhhhhhh.

Jenny said...

You made a mundane part of my day sound WONDERFUL! That is a gift, can you somehow make laundry sound so nice?

Hope you don't get to much rain today, and no tornados!

InTheFastLane said...

That was beautiful and reminds me of my pajama pants. I am now thinking of them, lovingly.

LunaNik said...

Ahhh, lovely.

You have a way with words my dear.

P.S. I happen to think heavy metal is very motivational...thankyouverymuch =)

ksw_rootswriter said...

The photo is interesting. Not sure what it is...but I like it.

The Bag Lady's Art said...

That reminds me of my "sick" jammies. They are hideously ugly and oh so comfy! They say "leave me alone and let me sleep" and let me go the whole day without doing my hair or wearing makeup! Thanks for stopping by my blog!
Pam:-)

Lady Em said...

What a great way to wind down. It's like poetry.