May Letter


“a set of fixed actions and sometimes words performed regularly, especially as part of a ceremony”.

One of my most treasured memories is of my sisters and I, sprawled out on my Mum’s living room floor, sunlight streaming in and the french doors wide open blowing a breeze onto our teenage skin.

We read magazines. Several magazines were read, discussed, crafted with and piled high at every sitting.

And we drank tea and ate biscuits. So. Many. Biscuits.

Mum served us like queens those sunny afternoons.

This is was time spent with Mum.

This was our ritual.

Our sweet, simple ritual has shaped me.

It was the space Mum held for us. It was unapologetic rest completed in the present moment over and over again.

No where to be, no plans in place and no tasks to be done.

The memory of this ritual comes to my mind about as often as those afternoons occurred, soothing my soul in ways nothing else can.

Once again, revealing itself to bring me that “just relax” that Mum whispered to me my entire life.

Whether it was by design or by necessity I’ll never know.

It doesn’t matter.

What I do know is that this beautiful ,familial ritual represented a place of rest, a sanctuary to just be with no to-do list, no judgement, no purpose, no stress, only down time.

To sit with myself and the women I love in conversation, silence and authenticity.

And tea. And biscuits.

As I have grown older, and laid to rest my beautiful Mum, I tend to momentarily forget that this ritual is my guiding light.

My guiding light to rest, to “just relax”, connect, nourish, rejuvenate and bathe in the present moment.


My questions for you: 

~ What rituals can you remember from your childhood?

~ Are they present in your life now?

~ Is there a ritual that serves as your guiding light?