Ritual has always fascinated me. Even as a child, I found comfort in small ceremonies, lighting a candle, saying words that felt bigger than myself, marking moments with intention. Now, as I delve into Druidry, I’m discovering just how powerful rituals can be. They don’t have to be grand. In fact, the simplest acts often hold the most meaning.
A morning greeting to the sun, a whispered thanks to the earth before a meal, the lighting of a hearth candle as dusk falls. These are the threads that weave the sacred into the everyday.
Modern life moves fast. Too fast, sometimes.
Rituals force us to pause, to breathe, to remember that we’re part of something vast and ancient. I’m still learning, still figuring out what resonates with me. Some rituals will be borrowed from tradition others I’ll shape myself. The important thing is that they mean something.
