I saw a movie about a Hindu ritual that was quite moving. The monks prepared by washing in the living waters before gathering. They sat quietly for periods. At their ceremonies, they chanted ancient words with intention. They played instruments. They made special foods, attentively; a special round bread. They shared festive meals.
So in that Hindu mirror, I also saw our practices.
We quiet ourselves.
We gather for our seasonal equinox and sing familiar chants, retell our stories, play our ancient instrument.