“Ritual Ri(gh)t(e)s” by Caroline Rothstein
I am a ritual girlie. Maybe because I am Jewish. Maybe because I am on the clairvoyant / witchy / intuitive spectrum (although, honestly, I think we all are). Maybe because I’m human, and ritual is often an inevitable way we cope, usher, ground, anchor, transform our daily lives. My summer was hard. I know this to be the case for a lot of people I know. A lot of people on the planet. A lot of places where the scorching horns of hell engulfed daily existence with an unwanted ritual of famine, or scarcity, or violence, or devastation, or destruction, or even death. I don’t think death should be a ritual. Nor violence. Nor famine. Nor hell. But somewhere...