Two weeks ago I moved to a new town. The transition has brought many changes, some expected and some unexpected. But perhaps the most unexpected discovery has been the power of mangoes.
The wonderful thing about a move is that it gives you a buffet of do-vers. Contents of your fridge expired and dull? Do-over. Closet filled with long-forgotten finds? Do-over. That beach towel I’ve hated for the last 8 years? Gone. Purged. Do-over.
But it’s not just objects that get the works, it’s also your time. New setting, new floorplan, maybe even a new job. Routines are broken and get to be rebuilt.
My new and accidental routine has become eating a mango for breakfast each day.
I love their color, mottled on the outside and glossy yellow-orange on the inside. The gradual metamorphosis from grab-able to slippery fish as I peel them. And the resistance against the knife! I adore the texture of the fruit meat, and the sweetness, and the mess of juice on the cutting board when I’m done. The pile of peels.
Each day is the same, but filled with subtle variations.
This is what a ritual looks like. It begins when I search the fridge for the softest fruit and ends when the knife and cutting board have been washed. Short. Simple. Succulent. And powerfully grounding.
“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”
― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Do you have a daily ritual? What do you love about it?
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