One night after roaming around downtown Santa Ana perusing through Art Walk galleries, he declared he didn’t believe in traditions. I already sensed he didn’t, considering he told me he opted out of celebrating his birthday last November. Christmas is too overrated for him. He emphasized that events like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day should be an everyday thing we practice.
“Then what are the traditions you do believe in?” I asked.Some of my favorites include: cooking my own food and getting lost in wander. Cupping my hands against a hot cup of tea. Allowing someone else to pour their soul into me. Losing myself in someone else’s universe. Lying still while listening to music that moves me.
What are some of your own favorite traditions that you’ve developed for yourself or with others in your life? How did they start and how have they evolved?