In Praise of Routine
By David Jacoby
What is it about my daily rituals? Why such pleasure in repetition?
Well, it occurs to me that I might just be practicing... being me.
Those cherished creaks in the old floorboards.
The precise angle of the winter sun cheering my kitchen.
Assembling ingredients for a dish I've made hundreds of times.
A novel position my cats have adopted, lost in their midday dreams.
Each nuance resonates with a kind of timeless wisdom, and I
realize that it is these humble putterings -- nothing fancier -- that have allowed me, finally, to know myself.
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