I've been musing (perhaps longing) recently about the pre-internet era and trying to recall how I spent those first few minutes after getting home before I had a computer with high-speed internet. As someone who lives alone, I think part of being drawn to the computer upon arrival is a an effort to combat the loneliness that sometimes accompanies living alone, a craving to feel connected with friends and loved ones through the emails I may find from them that day. But still, this mad dash for the computer usually ends up making me feel disconnected from my self.
The obvious soul-enriching homecoming ritual for me would be to connect with my rascal dog but whereas he has some issues, I've been advised by the dog authorities to not give him attention when I first arrive home, to wait until he's calm and settled. That sucks - there goes that option.
So, I think it's time to cultivate a new homecoming ritual. Maybe that's the time to sit for those ten minutes per day of meditation that I've been trying, but failing, to do. I'd love to hear about your homecoming rituals, particularly those of you living solo. Image: Flickr member ACM Design Architects licensed for use under Creative Commons