Oceans For Emotions: Following rituals is comforting
"Sing, O heavens; and be joyful O earth and break forth into singing."
- Isaiah 48:13
I love rituals. Rituals are always there for us to do things without having to decide each time what to do. All you have to do is follow the ritual.
When my Best Fishing Friend, and I first spot our bay water, we break out into our ritualistic song, which is a poor rendition of "Hello, ocean, my old friend; We've come to talk with you again." We sing at the top of our voices, and we may be causing a tsunami on the island of Hawaii. We are good fisherwomen, but we are not asked to sing in many choirs, especially myself.
The next ritual that we follow is that we wave to the ocean. And guess what?
It always waves a welcoming wave back.
Next, we always stop on the crabbing bridge where a sign reads, "Do not park on bridge." We only stop a minute to see which way the tide is going.
Tides are the most ritualistic rituals, and their highs and lows can be predicted for up to hundreds of years as long as there is a moon, earth and sun. It's a gravity thing.
We then drive Ripple Road, that I named myself, until it stops at Powderhorn Lake. Then, we turn around and choose the best place to fish.
If we hear that people are catching redfish, we follow the rituals to catch redfish. We fish near a shell reef and grass with a loud popping cork, so we can make as much noise as we can.
If the trout have made their ritualistic appearance on our beach front, we wade out with our rods and reels and fish with live shrimp, mullet or croakers.
As the day gets hotter, we move to the pier, which ritualistically says, "No trespassing," so we stand in the bay water and fish under the pier for flounder. The pier can hear our laughter when we catch a fish but never joins in it.
"Our Father, who art in heaven." You ritualistically taught us to pray, and I always say the part that I think You included just for me: "Forgive us our trespasses, and we forgive those who trespass against us."