Love, like a carefully loaded ship, crosses the gulf between the generations. Therefore, we do not neglect the ceremonies of our passage: when we wed, when we die, and when we are blessed with a child; When we depart and when we return; When we plant and when we harvest. Antione St. Exupery
I have been quoting this poem a lot recently. I mentioned a portion of it in my last LiM2 blog about creating shared meaning in relationships. Saturday, I read it in its entirety at my dad's memorial service. Today, I am sharing a bit of it with you.
Why is this poem so important to me? Why do I think it is important for you? Because I believe in the power of rituals to orient and transform us, and I believe that through good, healthy rituals we have the power to expand ourselves and therefore our worlds. I have written about rituals before. In my book, Moment to Moment: The Transformative Power of Everyday Life, (Morehouse Press, 2013) I write about attending a bar mitzvah and the power of that ritual and rite of passage. In my "other" blog, I have written about a couple of rituals in my marriage that keep us centered. If we sat together in conversation, I could tell you about numerous times in my life when ritual changed me.
I believe in the power of rituals to orient and transform us.
So just what am I talking about when I use the word ritual? And what is a rite of passage?


A good right of passage instills in the participants an ending of an old way of being and a readiness and responsibility for the new stage of life.
Unfortunately, for many middle class adolescents, the only rites of passage they know is being allowed to go to the mall, getting their driver's license and perhaps a first car.
A good friend of mine had a croning ceremony on her 60th birthday. It was a sober yet celebratory event. Surrounded by her friends, family, and colleagues, we called upon her to bring her hard-earned wisdom to the world. We called out her gifts. We said we needed her to be a wise elder and mentor. We needed her to step into a new stage of life and take her rightful place with the other wise ones. I am remembering this ritual, almost 13 years ago, as I get closer to my 60th birthday. I will enter that time without my father or my mother alive. I am the next generation. Love is crossing the gulf from my parents to me. It will be my turn to step up. I am thinking now about a ritual that may help me mark that transition and make it easier.
Life is messy, Friends. Good rituals, and meaningful rites of passage help us stay grounded and orient us to the greater good.
