Tradition. The backbone of our cultures. The fables, mores, and rules of the land.
I grew up not really following them.
Instead, I borrowed from other cultures. Older cultures. Ancient cultures.
I read herbal remedies, and mating rituals of the Amazonians. I studied birth and death rituals of the Egyptians and Celts. I practiced Buddhist meditation, Shinto, and Native American philosophies of respecting the natural world. I consumed anything relating to the French Revolution and Italian Renaissance.
All of these were my foundations.
Looking back now, the only familial tradition I follow is the act of inviting and going to tea. A steamy hot cup always reminds me of times spent with my mom and grandmother.
I was always on the fringe of society, being a deviant was my proud mantle. However, now as I am aging, there are a few frameworks of society that I do follow.
I vote. I don’t drink and drive. I don’t do drugs. I pay my car insurance on time. I want to get married and have kids someday.
But those don’t sustain me.
The traditions that do sustain me are all of the things you see on this blog. The philosophies, the love, the good health. The wild things. The gathering together to celebrate rites of passage and the changing year. And of course…tea.
What traditions sustain your spirit?
Solar question posed by Caitlin Matthews, Celtic Devotional.