So I pray. I don't think it's praying to any God or even something spiritual. It's a felt experience in my body. Kind of expansion. I can feel how I'm softing and open myself towards the person or situation. It's kind of letting them in consciously. It happens spontaneously. When I make lunch for my daughter. I sending love and compassion into the food or feeling into her situation. She is the only one in our household that goes out in the world every day during the week. I pray for her. Hope she feels seen and cared for by me, by the food, by the world.
I have finally the capacity in my body and nervous system and maybe even my hormones also starts to work for and with me. It feels powerful. I feel like a powerhouse. A generator for love, compassion and connection. I know it's a transformation of my Christian upbringing and legacy. But it isn't out there or to a distance God or a wishful spiritual fantasy. It's deeply felt in my body.
So, yes, I'll absolutely pray for my man. To consciously throughout my day dropping into my body and sending my love and clear intentions for empowerment and healing. To feel him deeply even when we are apart. To carry him and my loved ones in my body. To feel them, to think about them, to feel the connection and community. That's my prayer. The human connection. The energy of us. The knowing. The invisible threads that connects us.
I'm becoming the living prayer. My body the real church of worship and service. A soft place to rest. An inspiration to adventure and deep trust. To egnite curiosity and embrace wonder. All of you are welcome here. All of me. All of you. Relationships in every form is the true face of God. There we are. Beautifully flawed and gloriously human. I pray for you. I love you. Amen
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