At our house, we have a ritual that we practice almost every morning.
It started with a pack of ‘Inner Beauty’ cards, that a friend gave me many years ago. They are kept in a small wooden box. I used to select one or more every now and then, or use them with groups or friends, but then my partner and I began to create a ritual with them. We chose three.
I write for everyone. I don’t just write for myself, or perhaps sometimes I do. Well, alright, very often I write to emerge from the small cage of myself into a larger and brighter space. So that is for myself but it’s also to release myself into the world.
A friend of mine told me she doesn’t like that term. ‘It feels thick, clumsy,’ I think she said.
‘Exactly!’ I thought. ‘That’s right’
When we’re in the grip of soul congestion then our heart feels shrouded and wooden. We can’t feel or we over-feel what is going on. We shift between panic and low moods, excitement and despair. We need a soul decongestant but we usually just give in to a familiar reaction instead.