A prayer for you.
Prayer is an extremely intimate time for me. The process changes constantly but the essence is always constant. I am in communication with the divine and everything else falls away. I pray each morning when I wake up, I pray when I walk the dog around the park, I pray before my readings and I also like to pray before I sleep. I sometimes burn incense, or even make incense. I sometimes light candles and get silent. Sometimes I write or draw or paint while I hold the space of the divine and I notice that there is a movement that happens that is pure creation itself. We call it creativity, that spark of invention and every single one of us is alive because of it. Our grandparents knew what it was to live in the space of that, to invent a way when there was none.
An old neighbour of mine called around a few days ago to say hello and to have a catch up. She is 70, single, with no close living family so I keep an eye from time to time to make sure she's O.K. She is without question one of the strongest people I have ever met and one of the most creative. I have seen her turn rubble into amazing furniture and reinvent absolute garbage into useful and enviable trinkets. She is from the post war generation and I think one of our greatest failures is not taking the time to listen to them. They knew what it was to create something out of nothing because there was simply no other way and I think in our time of excess we could learn more than a thing or two from their example. They didn't call it prayer, or creativity, they called it, “getting on with it!”. And they did, and because they did we are here. They learned to listen to their instincts and rely on them. They learned to hold that space within themselves in order to keep everything together. They learned the value of community and they knew about the value of privacy. These were incredible people who lived their prayers.
Whenever I am feeling a bit self indulgent or self pitying I remember my grandparents and what they did. I am the living space of their prayers and I honour them in mine. Today I am going to leave you with a prayer I wrote last week. I felt inspired to share it with you and I hope it uplifts you as it did me.
Hold me.
My beloved angels,
Hold me in the space of grace today
Hold me in my peace
Place my feet upon my path
Hold me in the space of heart
Open my hands to the feeling of bliss
Open my mind to the message
Fly through my eyes till they see only light
Fly through my heart till it knows only love
Fly through my tongue till it speaks only kindness
Fly through my toes till they find only God.
Show me your wings and the softness of feathers
Show me they way to live inside your bliss
I need no more strength because you're on my shoulder
Give me the grace of the eternal kiss
My beloved angels I honour your words
Lift me from wounds to the height of the birds
Let the songs of the heavens flow through my veins
Let me glide through today knowing you've paved the way
Let me sing to the choir
Let me read between the lines
Let me know of the space in between human words
Let me know all your comfort
Let me know all your joy
Let me know of the love that created this world.
With Peace.
Thank you for listening
Big Love,
Ryan James
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