The Liturgy of Pipe Smoking.
I certainly don’t believe pipes have a soul. They aren’t eternal nor do they have a sense of self awareness. Yes, they have some aspects of personality – but nothing beyond the personification attributed to it by the smoker. It is a tool and when used properly, extends and manifests much of the personality of the smoker, and perhaps, the soul of the one smoking it.
Before smoking my pipes in the morning, I open my pipe cabinet and wait. Do I choose the pipe I will smoke or will it choose me? This existential exercise in free will last about ten seconds. I then choose the tobacco I’ll smoke in a similar manner. I pack the pipe carefully, sometimes rubbing the tobacco out if I don’t feel too rushed. I collect my morning coffee, daily newspaper and proceed to my pipe patio. There I light the pipe, tamp, and relight. After it is truly lit, I either read the paper or put on a liturgy saved on my phone and meditate quietly, thankful for the life God has given to me and thankful for His
blessings. Somewhere along the way, I check in on the WAYS thread.
Peace and joy. Life is best celebrated daily, moment to moment, less we forget this wonderful gift that is this and every moment that creates the remarkable tapestry that will one day reflect the life we were given and lived.
I certainly don’t believe pipes have a soul. They aren’t eternal nor do they have a sense of self awareness. Yes, they have some aspects of personality – but nothing beyond the personification attributed to it by the smoker. It is a tool and when used properly, extends and manifests much of the personality of the smoker, and perhaps, the soul of the one smoking it.
Before smoking my pipes in the morning, I open my pipe cabinet and wait. Do I choose the pipe I will smoke or will it choose me? This existential exercise in free will last about ten seconds. I then choose the tobacco I’ll smoke in a similar manner. I pack the pipe carefully, sometimes rubbing the tobacco out if I don’t feel too rushed. I collect my morning coffee, daily newspaper and proceed to my pipe patio. There I light the pipe, tamp, and relight. After it is truly lit, I either read the paper or put on a liturgy saved on my phone and meditate quietly, thankful for the life God has given to me and thankful for His
blessings. Somewhere along the way, I check in on the WAYS thread.
Peace and joy. Life is best celebrated daily, moment to moment, less we forget this wonderful gift that is this and every moment that creates the remarkable tapestry that will one day reflect the life we were given and lived.










