just remembered i had one of these in my bag after a long day and with a hungry tummy. Wow. So. Good. thanking parents’ holidaying friends for the best pasalubong!!!
probably the stupidest thing i’ve done for school but the feeling of accomplishment wouldn’t have been the same if wasn’t home for it. Thank God for everything that’s happened today.
i love “rituals of restoration”, that it suggests a long and repeated process. that ‘ritual’ and ‘tradition’ are in the same realm of meaning - that they have the potential to be a force beyond our own little human capacities.
it is hopeful, this ritual, because i did not create it and it is still for me. it exists beyond my own self-in-flux, always going back, always going home, always healing.