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I made soup tonight
and all my ancestors danced
in the pot, with the barley
the beans, the knuckle and neck bones,
enriching this brew;
Here women joined
love and ancient wisdom, the knowledge
salt and pepper bring; Secrets
that are ritual and legacy.

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story that involves food and magic.

Journaling Prompt: How do you feel about cooking? 

Art Prompt: Cooking magic

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the magic of cooking your own food.

Photo Credit: wuchale59 on Flickr

saturday

See one coronation and you’ve seen them all. –Prince of Chaos by Roger Zelazny

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: Write about the most important ceremony you’ve ever witnessed or participated in.

Art Prompt: Coronation

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the planning, process, and/or symbolism behind coronations.

Photo Credit: Charlie Dave on Flickr

tuesday ritual

Native societies did not think of themselves as being in the world as occupants but considered that their rituals created the world and keep it operational. -Marshall McLuhan, College and University Journal, Volumes 6-7, American College Public Relations Association, 1967, p. 3

Fiction Writing Prompt: Create a ritual for your story’s culture or a personal ritual for one of your characters.

Journaling Prompt: What is your most important ritual?

Art Prompt: Ritual

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a humorous story about one of your rituals.

Photo Credit: danielle tineke on Flickr

Indian tribes of southern South America (1500's)

…the Mocovi people [of southern Brazil] make ritual use of mead as a ‘sacred, shared beverage’ at festivals and ‘the natives lived in a constant state of intoxication.’ It was being made this way in 1943 – for there is only one recipe, and it goes back to the dawn of time… No fire is needed, nor even in this case a wooden trough or a cooking pot, which shows that it predates any form of industry. ‘The dried skin of a jaguar or deer was hung up by the corners to form a pouch, into which the honey was poured along with its wax, and then water was added. In the space of three or four days, the mixture ferments naturally in the sun.

The leather pouch, also used over a heart by the Fuegians and Eskimos is certainly the ancestor of the cauldron. –History of Food by Maguelonne Toussaint-Samat

Fiction Writing Prompt: Create a sacred beverage for your story.

Journaling Prompt: Growing up, cranberry juice was a sacred beverage in our family. We only had it on Thanksgiving. What is your family’s sacred beverage?

Art Prompt: Sacred beverage

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the purpose of sharing a sacred beverage and share a toast with them.

Photo Credit: Douglas Fernandes on Flickr

Temple of Heart

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Fiction Writing Prompt: Add to your character sketch: what secret anniversary of the heart does your protagonist observe?

Journaling Prompt: What secret anniversaries of the heart do you observe?

Art Prompt: Secret anniversary of the heart

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a touching story about a personal anniversary.

Photo Credit: Angela Marie Henriette on Flickr

The Blessing of the Waters

The Blessing of the Waters is an important event in all countries where the Greek Church prevails. In Greece the “Great Blessing,” as it is called, is performed in various ways according to the locality; sometimes the sea is blessed, sometimes a river or reservoir, sometimes merely water in a church. In seaport towns, where the people depend on the water for their living, the celebration has much pomp and elaborateness. At the Piraeus enormous and enthusiastic crowds gather, and there is a solemn procession of the bishop and clergy to the harbour, where the bishop throws a little wooden cross, held by a long blue ribbon, into the water, withdraws it dripping wet, and sprinkles the bystanders. This is done three times. At Nauplia and other places a curious custom prevails: the archbishop throws a wooden cross into the waters of the harbour, and the fishermen of the place dive in after it and struggle for its possession; he who wins it has the right of visiting all the houses of the town and levying a collection, which often brings in a large sum. In Samos all the women send to the church a vessel full of water to be blessed by the priest; with this water the fields and the trees are sprinkled. –Christmas in Ritual and Tradition, Christian and Pagan by Clement A. Miles

Fiction Writing Prompt: Add a blessing ritual to your story.

Journaling Prompt: Write about water and the blessings it brings to your life.

Art Prompt: The Blessing of the Water

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about how rituals create a sense of community and suggest how we can recapture this in our increasingly secular world.

Photo Credit: Whitstable Oyster Festival on Flickr

Kawah ijen blue fire

I burned your name in blue fire and released it to the wind. –The Wind’s Betrayal by M. P. Rossi

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: Do you have a ritual for letting go? Write about it.

Art Prompt: Blue fire

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience how to build a ritual for letting go.

Photo Credit: Yann Pinczon du Sel on Flickr

Blue Gold Game 2013 - University of Notre Dame

Games are like any unscripted situation in which no one knows the results until they occur. Although this is what makes sports (and reality shows) so exciting, it’s also what drives fans to distraction. They want to know the outcome, and they want that outcome to be favorable. They also know realistically that they can’t control it, though, and this is the crux of the superstition. If I can’t actually influence an event’s outcome, but I think I can (through my superstition), I’ll at least feel a little bit less anxious.
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For many people, not having control over an outcome is a frightening proposition. For these uncontrollable situations in life, the more important it is, the more likely you will be to try to dream up ways to control its outcome even though it may be unrealistic for you to do so. –Susan Krauss Whitbourne, Ph.D.

Fiction Writing Prompt: Put your protagonist in a situation where he or she has no control over the outcome. Show  us the internal monologue, especially the magical thinking.

Journaling Prompt: What are your rituals in situations where you have no control over the outcome?

Art Prompt: Superstitions in times of no control

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a humorous story about the superstitions and rituals that influence you on game day.

Photo Credit: gbozik photography on Flickr

Voodoo Doll

In 1942, reports were streaming in from around the world about “voodoo” death: South American Tupinamba men, condemned by medicine men, died of fright. Hausa people in Niger withered away after being told they were bewitched. Aboriginal tribesmen in Australia, upon seeing an enemy pointing a hexed bone at them, went into convulsions and passed away. “Voodoo” death, according to Cannon, was real: “It is a fatal power of the imagination working through unmitigated terror.”… -Daphne Chen

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about voodoo death.

Journaling Prompt: What do you believe about superstitions like voodoo death?

Art Prompt: Voodoo death

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about voodoo death and the contagious fright involved that caused so many death.

Photo Credit: Davide Restivo on Flickr

? Paradis perdu ? Paradise lost ?

They said the tree of love bloomed in a valley, its roots thrusting deep into the fertile earth, its trunk twenty arm-length’s thick and steady, a shudder of gold-tipped leaves making up its crown. From the limbs red fruits drooped, as large the head of a child. Any lovers that committed to each other in the shimmer of the tree’s leaves were blessed. -Syrek and the Curious Blessing by Sylvia Hiven

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: What do you believe blesses a relationship? 

Art Prompt: Tree of Love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the key factors in having a blessed relationship.

Photo Credit: nicolas_gent on Flickr