Tonight, I was thinking about ritual. Actually, I was thinking about how stupid people are to go around lighting a black candle and dancing under the full moon and then expecting the Great Pumpkin, or whatever, to answer their call. I know. Very mean-spirited. And of course it made me wonder why I would care if anyone thinks that's the way to see God. I mean, so different than my rituals. All I do is light a scented candle and burn a palo santo stick while wafting the smoke around my body...oh wait. The truth is, I know what ritual means to me. I don't really know what it means to other people. To me, it's merely a signal to myself that it's time to sit down for a certain activity, and it smells good. And to be perfectly honest, I don't think "God" exists. Or, at least, I don't think we're separate from God. I don't think there's some all-knowing presence who deigns to answer the cries of my puny, incomplete and insignificant self. I think we're all connected to, by and of the same source energy. We are God. We just don't fully embrace it. That would mean we're actually the cause and the saviour of our own selves, responsible for our life's destiny, however that manifests. That's not to say I think we're alone in the universe and don't experience assistance from what appears to be outside sources. I think that our idea of separateness is such a strong illusion, that we can't see how we fit into the pattern. I have no idea what's out there, or even within myself. But I aim to keep looking. And I enjoy doing it with a scented candle and palo santo wood. So light that black candle and dance naked under the moon, strangers against whom I have an odd resentment. I'm sorry I was mean.