My weekend rituals are what I most look forward to when the end of the working week is nearing. The weekend morning is where I can truly slow down and listen to what my busy mind and tired body are asking for: a time where I can gently cocoon myself away from the bustling world outside my home; to make and eat breakfast without the clock dictating where I need to be; to spend time and connect with my loved ones.
I was trying to find a way to describe why I find my slow weekend rituals so important, and, as it always seems to happen, I chanced upon Live Awake’s Surrender podcast episode which perfectly described this feeling and experience:
The night comes and we give ourselves permission to dissolve into the rest of darkness. We let go of all the valleys and rivers we wish to cross, and our dreams for some distance future. We allow ourselves the gift of rest. Returning to the calmness of our breath. The silence of our minds and the heavenly dance with the night’s curious dreams.
When we wake in the morning, as our eyes open, we slowly begin to step back into our mind’s voice. We dress ourselves, not just in clothing, but with all of the things we neatly placed at our bedside while we slept. We look outside our windows longingly for our place in the stars, not noticing we are the ones weighing ourselves down. Subconsciously we adorn ourselves in yesterday’s news, and the rejuvenation we have earned from our sleep is quickly exchanged for heavy and worn-out ideas of what our lives could look like – if only we could somehow get to where we were going.
For me and many people, weekends are a time where we can really leave those ‘things’ at the front door of our home (or at least try to), and just let go and ground ourselves. To allow the night’s rejuvenation to stay with us long after we wake up after Friday’s slumber.
Bed linen by Cultiver / colours: nude and indigo stripe.
Not everyone has time to do this, it’s a privilege, I realise, but everyone has their own ways to unwind, be it as little as enjoying a quiet drive on the way to where you need to go, or having that alone hour or so once the kids are asleep. It’s not so much the doing but what that moment provides you: a quiet, brief sense of surrender.
My Saturday mornings consist of waking without an alarm (which is no later than 8:30am these days – oh what my 17-year-old self would think), staying in my cosy bed a while and reading (I sometimes do a short meditation, but I often forgo it for a sooner breakfast), cooking and eating my favourite breakfast (thick fruit toast with caramelised banana, cinnamon, berries and peanut butter), playing with the kittens, and finally, slowly getting ready and heading to the beach with my partner to play in the waves.
Linen napkin by Cultiver / colour: natural
Sundays are similar, though I wake and head to a barre class in the morning, loosening my sleepy, tight muscles and joints, and energising me for the day and week ahead. I come home, repeat Saturday’s rituals with R. There is food shopping and meal prep in the evening, but the day is purely for us.
By the evening I feel calm and mostly ready for the new week.
What are your weekend rituals?
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