'Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky ~ up, up, up ~ into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to it's blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.'
~ Anne of Green Gables ~
When I pray I slip out into the wild rhythms and exquisite beauty of nature and breathe in that holy feeling of limitlessness with it's magnificent pull on my heart. A chorus of cicadas, the morning honeyed light of the sun, sea, raven, moon, bluest sky, rippling horizon and all the while exhaling green.
'Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.'
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
The other morning I was thinking how wonderful it would be to float down a river on my back for miles and miles, every breath a reverent and present cry of gratitude and amazement for being alive in this world. Drenched and golden, intoxicated but serene. In the evening I would fall asleep under a giant Sequoia tree with moon glow on my cheeks aroused with wonder.
Other times I slip into a temple, or a cathedral and rest in the incensed silence of space where there are no impulses, only the present. The silence gets under my skin and time stretches and bends and folds back into a circle and finally dissolves. A meditation or Savasana. A sacred pause, without contemplation, only vibration and an infinity of love...just feeling my prayer.
How do you pray?