Forming faith rituals: Rites of passage

This year, we camped overlooking the sea. One of the things I loved was how the view changed every hour, every day. The coastline was littered with massive rocks, with incredible variance of how many were visible depending on the tide. The only thing that remained the same were the buoys. These floating plastic markers showed the fishermen who had placed them exactly where their lobster pots were positioned. It made me think about markers in our life; things we intentionally lay down to mark something important, places we can go back to no matter how much our life-landscape changes.