Sunday, February 27, 2011
The Scrumptiousness of Cloth Folds
I love cloth folds.
I like to squish the little folded mountain into oblivion; which pushes up more mountains to squish. Be it a pillow, curtain, or blanket, they're all savory to me.
I once thought I hated rituals. They seemed cumbersome and limiting. I figured people who observed them just needed methods to make sense of their madness.
Then one day as I sat beside my husband crushing tiny mountains in his shirt, he said, "Why do you do that?"
"That." He pointed to my hand.
I stopped mid-crushing. "Um..." I hadn't realized I was doing it.
From that point on, I took notice of my quirks (and my family willingly pointed them out *ahem*). My odd rituals happened when I was stressed or sleepy; they acted as calming mechanisms.
I found I have writing rituals too. I don't like writing until after I have a hot drink--usually coffee and a sniff from my pillow (yes, I sniff things like books and pillows; not the bad stuff).
Rituals help us shift our thoughts onto what we're doing next. Like the five minute warning our mom gave to put our toys up. It allows us to disengage and move on to another activity. It's the embers to a new fire.
What about you? Do you have rituals?