Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Ritual

No matter how busy I am when I shop, when I buy eggs I open the carton and roll each one just a bit in its wee cup, making sure there are no broken ones. Every time I do this I feel connected with everyone who does it, who has ever done it and who ever will. In that small silent space in my nattering life, my finger gentle on the cool, thin shell, I feel as if I am participating in a universal domestic rite invoking the safety and prosperity of the family. My family. All familes. Amen.

2 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

We are kindred spirits. I feel the same way. I love looking at them all lined up in there....

tumbleweed said...

caveat emptor is particularly important when purchasing a dozen such miraculously packaged marvels...and yep, when my chickens are sulking and being unproductive, i'm there rolling eggies in my hand with everybody else...