{"id":2580,"date":"2013-06-13T10:03:23","date_gmt":"2013-06-13T17:03:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/?p=2580"},"modified":"2013-06-13T10:06:01","modified_gmt":"2013-06-13T17:06:01","slug":"robins-blessings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/?p=2580","title":{"rendered":"Robin&#8217;s Blessings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So, we have a little blessing that we say before eating dinner. We&#8217;re not a religious family&#8212;Sam and I both tend toward a vague kind of <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Pantheism\">pantheism<\/a>, a sense that we are all small pieces of something incredibly vast, and that the pattern in its wholeness is sacred and divine. But we reject the notion of a personal God or Hell or any of that jazz. I have more of an urge toward ritual than Sam does: there are plenty of things about the universe that inspire in me a deep sense of awe and wonder, and I like to make whatever small gestures I can toward participating in the holiness I perceive. For a while I thought we might even find a church to go to, like a Unitarian or a Friends group, something very liberal and individualistic. But Sam&#8217;s not really a &#8220;joiner&#8221; and, frankly, it&#8217;s nicer to sleep in on Sundays.<\/p>\n<p>Our compromise is that we have some invented rituals we carry out as a family, and one of those is saying &#8220;grace.&#8221; I had to hunt around for one that was suitably vague, invoking no particular God, and I found it included in a little book called <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1608682145\/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=390957&#038;creativeASIN=1608682145&#038;linkCode=as2&#038;tag=shannphill-20\">Bless This Food: Ancient and Contemporary Graces from Around the World<\/a><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.com\/e\/ir?t=shannphill-20&#038;l=as2&#038;o=1&#038;a=1608682145\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" style=\"border:none !important; margin:0px !important;\" \/>. It&#8217;s a prayer composed by Father John Giuliani, director of the Benedictine Grange in Redding, Connecticut. Our very slightly modified version goes like this:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Bless our hearts<br \/>\nthat we may hear<br \/>\nin the breaking of bread<br \/>\nthe song of the universe.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>We say it all together, holding hands. I do feel that there is something sacred about coming together as a family for the evening meal, and I wanted a small ritual to underscore that, a little moment of mindfulness and gratitude. And it&#8217;s worked out really well, it&#8217;s become a piece of our family identity. Children are innately ritualistic, I think, and the boys have embraced &#8220;saying the blessing&#8221; every night&#8212;to the point that they will protest if for some reason we try to skip it.<\/p>\n<p>At the same time, though, Robin likes to play around with the words. Sometimes instead of invoking &#8220;the song of the universe&#8221; it will be &#8220;the song of the Power Rangers&#8221; or some such. And the other night he gave us:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Bless our hearts<br \/>\nI love you<br \/>\nYou can eat noodles<br \/>\nWhenever you want<br \/>\nI love you<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Which I thought was so sweet and hilarious that it deserves to be documented for posterity. &#8220;You can eat noodles \/ Whenever you want!&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, we have a little blessing that we say before eating dinner. We&#8217;re not a religious family&#8212;Sam and I both tend toward a vague kind of pantheism, a sense that we are all small pieces of something incredibly vast, and that the pattern in its wholeness is sacred and divine. But we reject the notion [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2580"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2580"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2580\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2587,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2580\/revisions\/2587"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2580"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2580"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2580"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}