How does ritual find its way into our lives? How do we raise our consciousness of the moments that strung together become an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year? I have marked the last 11 months with the residue of each day. It is normally hard to stay a float, to reflect, to give ourselves the time to think and hold fast to the changing of the seasons. Life is temporally unstable and yet, I may remember this year. I have 41 days remaining. I have worn my uniform for 325 days. 2016 was a leap year, with 366 days. I worry, that without my uniform, that I will not know, see, or feel the passage of days. My talisman has heightened my consciousness of the weight of each day-felt the significance of each week, month, year.
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