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The Gate
This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me.
From “The Gate” by Marie Howe
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This, sort of looking around.
In conversation with Marie Howe, “The Power of Words to Save Us,” Krista Tippett responded to “The Gate” saying, “It strikes me that these rituals of ordinary time themselves are a little bit like poetry, these condensed, kind of economical little packets of beauty and grace that carry so much more forward than is obvious.” Eating a grilled cheese sandwich. Peaches ripening on trees. Our cat crawling into bed trying to be as close to us as she can. Washing my face and putting on cream in the morning and night. These are rituals of ordinary time.
Tippett likens rituals of ordinary time to poetry, and extends the metaphor to suggest these rituals are prayer. I agree with her. Rituals of ordinary time are both poetry and prayer. We experience them when we pay attention. We experience them when we approach life with a reverence that need not be reserved for brick and mortar churches. We experience them in stillness and knowing. In that way, a grilled cheese is a gate.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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