Instead of worrying, be still and pray that goodness will follow me wherever I go.
I pray to see and be seen by the family I co-create. I pray to continue work in a helpful and constructive way. I pray to provide a gathering space. I pray to remain connected to the light inside of me. I pray that I reflect that light to everyone I meet. I pray for peace in my ongoing work and relationships. I pray for my piece of this ever-shifting world to move towards stillness and ease. (Moving within the stillness and ease — a fun paradox).
I pray that I even include the colonized bits. Even the patriarchy and slavery and capitalism — welcoming all of that to the table for tea. Seeing it all as parts that I engage with to inform a fair and just whole. A self who moves towards being well in a sick culture. The world is perfect. The Creator has made it that way. My piece of the world must shift towards the Good I know. That feeling under all of the clouds. The light that always exists. That deep, deep peace. What is my part in co-creating a world that knows that Truth?
My part is acting from that place. My part is moving from there. My part is trusting in that Goodness. My part is opening myself to pain and vulnerability. My part is holding that pain with care. My part is witnessing others’ in their journeys. In holding up my beautiful friends. My part is following that light. In really being with it. In sitting amongst the reality of my own experience. In recognizing that the generations before me have tried their best in a world that has forgotten our connection to the Creator of it all. Through their worry, they pray for bad things to happen.
My part is to heal my own wounds and enter the world to reform and build anew. To recognize the Good. The whole. The beautiful and reflect that back. To create! To play! To deeply, deeply love. To throw an 8-year-old around! To get on the ground and play with them! To be well. These are my prayers. These come from light. All else will fall into place. They always do.
All of this came from experiencing Death. That reality. That encounter with the capital “T” Truth. That generosity. Death as beautiful gif from the Light. We return to it. The beautiful wave of reality. The reality we, often, forget here. The reality that… at the bottom of everything is terrifyingly Awe-some goodness. A playful creator put us here to experience Joy. To be a part of nature. To have orgasms. To taste fruit. I pray to recognize the beauty in creation and to feel it. To treat it with care. To drink water and realize that this water was once a cloud. To sip my coffee and realize the Awe-some labor that went into every sip. To enjoy. To contemplate. To be at peace.