This week, I actually remembered to celebrate the full moon!
Well, I did it by taking a walk, communicating with deity and nature and offering some homemade, stone-dry rolls as a gift (never ever put fresh bread outside, the wild animals will thank you!). In the afternoon.
But I am glad I remembered, and glad I could make the time. We are thinking small steps, right?
Some days I think I would like to include more "real" ritual into my days, but life is so busy I usually even forget to stop and say grace over my food.