I am learning to pray.
For me, it is a feeling of deep peacefulness within my heart.
It isn’t asking, pleading, manipulating or making deals.
It is much simpler than all of those. It doesn’t even require words.
Praying is a connection, a feeling, a resonation with the highest good for all.
Tuning into the frequency of love, harmonious in all ways.
It is trusting life.
Recently, I learned that there are hundreds of billions of galaxies, and my breath was gone for a moment.
Hundreds of billions.
There is an intelligence within the galaxies that resides within all of us, no matter what we name it. This intelligence created the light in our eyes. The vibrancy of our being. The warmth of our loved ones holding us close. The shivers when music touches your soul.
The delight we feel in the sun, breathing the fresh air, swimming in a mountain river.
The current of cold water, the sway of the branches, the scent of pine in the wind, the rainbow of colors in each drop of life.
I see it in the tiniest details and struggle to find the words to describe it eloquently enough to relay how I feel it. But it is there, in the tiniest little drops of life.
If nothing else, I believe in the creative intelligence of all things.
Expansive. Infinite. Limitless.
I remember.
Healing mold is healing me. Now I understand.
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