What if we acted like we were grieving and wore black clothes, and put black wreaths on our doors to let people know we were grieving, like they did a century ago when a family member died. What if we wore ashes on our foreheads again? There is probably some forgotten tradition for doing this. It would be ritual.
Rituals have a power within them to transform the mundane surface of reality into something that we can experience on different levels.
Where did you connect to Saturday this year?