It’s interesting the things I catch myself missing while we’re displaced. Earlier I intensely missed falling asleep to the smell of incense, having just finished the State Rite. I missed the comfort of ritual. I missed scheduling my life so that I get to shrine – something I thought impossible to miss!
It’s the little things. Soon we will be back home, and the shrine will reopen – with flowers and offerings and much celebration. 🙂 Ever the optimist, I am!
