Quotes About Ritual

Ceremonies large and small have the power to focus attention to a way of living awake in the world. That is the power of ceremony…it marries the mundane to the sacred. The water turns to wine. The coffee to a prayer. The material and the spiritual mingle; transformed like steam rising from a mug into the morning mist.

ceremony brought the quiescent back to life

It is said that the people were instructed to stand and offer these words whenever they gathered, no matter how many or how few, before anything else was done. In this ritual, their teachers remind them that every day, "beginning with where our feet first touch the earth, we send greetings and thanks to all members of the natural world.

This is how things were: heavyhearted, but done in the traditional manner. THE

I reach for my clothes

Miss Zhao may be his mother by birth, but Respectful Lady not only is his ritual mother but has formally adopted him as her son.

Tea is to heal.

Once the boat reaches its destination, Young-sook and the other women take a few moments to make offerings of rice and rice wine to the Dragon Sea God and pray for an abundant harvest, a safe return, and peace of mind.

Sometimes he awoke with a feeling of fragments afloat in his sleep, but he couldn't seem to grasp them and put them together into something worthy of telling at the ritual.

Some say it eases pain to lay a knife beneath the bed." "Is it true?" Alsy shrugged. "Likely not. But if the person thinks it, then the thinking eases the pain.

eating together as always: Lily chattering away, Mother and Father making their customary

Your divine should not have used water. It just doesn't hold the attention properly. Wine. Or blood, in a pinch. Some liquid that matters.

It's true that if your religion failed to deliver a miracle, that a human sacrifice would certainly follow. Ah...quite. You are a man of acute insight. That's not insight. That's a personal guarantee.

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It's normal." Doc grinned. "The mating ritual of all animals. The males fight for dominance over their females. Human males have lost the fight in the past generations with feminism and equal rights and getting in touch with their sensitive sides," he snickered. "Callan's DNA refuses to allow him the choice in dominating her. It's part of his genetic code.

This is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He has no script, no reliable sense of stage, just a faceful of his heart's own greasepaint and a relentless need for applause.

Sergeant Pietro Oliva was a good Catholic. He liked to go into a church and cross himself, genuflect to the alter, and then settle down to a little prayer and contemplation, savouring the coolness, the heavy odours, the darkness, and the sensation of being soaked in the atmosphere of centuries' worth of devotion that hung in the tenebrous and golden air of churches.

It is our custom that a Stinkard must always marry a Sun.

For Pierpont and Fanny, Sundays were devoted to religion.

If we do not birth and die ritually, we will do so technologically, inscribing technocratic values in our very bones. It matters greatly not only that we birth and die, but HOW we birth and die.

Corn Dance remains strongest among the Muskogee people. The elements of the ritual dance are similar to those of the Valley of Mexico. Although the dance takes various forms among different communities, the core of it is the same, a commemoration of the gift of corn by an ancestral corn woman. The peoples of the corn retain great affinities under the crust of colonialism.

regarding the sacrifice] It was all very professionally done, even to a man whose religion consisted mostly of half formed and unanswered questions, it was strangely reassuring.

This too was hospital practice. To have congratulated her before the afterbirth was out and whole might bring bad luck.

Kenji knew people who knew how to party, and so when it was time to transport their friend's body to the crematorium, the musicians canceled the hearse and took matters into their own hands. Annabelle went along with them. The coffin was heavy, but Kenji added little to its weight, and so they were able to lift it, taking turns carrying it on their shoulders, New Orleans–style, through the narrow back alleys and the dark, rain-slick streets.