The Power of Connection

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Photography: Unknown

In these modern times, do you pray?

I have always prayed, even as a child. Nobody told me to, or even requested that I do, I don’t even know how I fell into prayer. I think maybe I just felt like I needed to be heard, but in private. I never really asked for anything, I remember always giving thanks, and being grateful for my loved ones. Now that I have respectfully grown older, I still pray and give thanks, but it happens throughout the day, rarely at bedtime. My requests have changed a little, but I still give thanks. I also meditate and connect to the universe in different ways. Prayer is such a sacred practice only for the reason that it is so deeply personal and is spoken in truth.

The importance of prayer lays in the connection I make with the universe and nature herself. It’s a way for me to feel that I am connected to everything, a devoted reminder that we all are.

I am not certain if prayer changes things, but the act of it most certainly changes us, and hopefully as a result we in turn become capable of changing things. -tM

Morning Coffee Maneuvers

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I remember, as a child, watching my mother ritualistically fill her brass coffee grinder full of beans and churn. It was part of her solemn morning coffee ceremony. I would watch in amusement as it seemed like at the time a lot of effort for one cup of Turkish coffee. The process appeared labourious to me, yet what I didn’t realize was that to her it was probably the only time she had to herself, that morning coffee ritual, still connecting to her ancestors, while raising two kids and holding down the fort.

I now have that brass coffee grinder, it sits in ornamentation. It was one thing I was adamant on having. To this day, she still makes her Turkish coffee, although with pre-ground beans, and at times exchanges the ritual for the easier one of the Nespresso.

And even though I have tried my hand at making a cup or two myself, it never turns out quite as good as my mother’s. Sometimes I think it’s because she has so much love and respect for the process, and other times I think maybe, just maybe she is in all actual fact, the coffee whisperer. -tM

*NB for those interested click on the Source link below for a little history on Turkish Kahve.

How Do You Take Your Coffee?

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How do you take your coffee? Do you take it to go? Do you take it standing at an espresso bar? Or do you slip it slowly while reading the paper or catching up on emails?

Either way there is always a ritual or routine behind the pep in your step elixir and if it is not recognized perhaps due to the rushed dash, we feel like our day and mood has been thrown.

I personally could never drink my coffee on the go. I take my coffee nice and slow, strong in flavour but leisurely in its consumption. And even though I managed to replace it with green tea for short a period of time in my life, there is nothing like the aroma and therapy that a good cup of coffee provides. -tM

Sunday Ease

Cinematography: Sayombhu Mukdeeprom |  Call Me By Your Name

Cinematography: Sayombhu Mukdeeprom | Call Me By Your Name

Even though we have become a secular society where Sunday’s are no longer “God’s” day of rest, where businesses are forced to remain closed and family time is a requirement (boy do I remember how boring a Sunday could be as a child, quoting Morrissey as an appropriate reference “Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey” because that is exactly how it felt, dull, grey, and boring; lazing around all day trying to amuse oneself with play and fascination). Anyway, I digress…

As an adult, I find that I still hold onto those lazy Sunday’s as a way of life, a space for letting go, and connecting to what matters and to those I love. I consciously take it slow on a Sunday. It’s become a way of life. It is a day that I reserve solely for myself and for things that matter to me. It is my day of rest.

How about you, how do you spend your Sunday? -tM

The Sunday Morning Lounge

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Photography: Unknown

What does your Sunday morning ceremonial observance look like?

There are no religious observances of any kind here, however I definitely hold sacred to my Sunday morning rituals. They ground me, put me at ease, and sometimes even in a contemplative state of mind. Most Sunday’s are spent in solitude. Just me, my music, coffee, some reading material, coupled with a few hours of kick back on the sofa staring at the sky, watching the birds take flight.

It’s a meditation of sorts, one with my eyes open. -tM

Rituals

Photography: Unknown | Kate Moss

Photography: Unknown | Kate Moss

I love the ritual of putting make-up on. I find it meditative, peaceful. I connect to my inner self, which outwardly gets expressed through the face I choose to put on that day. I am not an artist by any means, although I do creatively express myself through clothing choice, the design of my home, and my grooming rituals. Life really is an art. -tM