In praise of prayer
Tonight I feel on fire—dilated—inhabited by Spirit.
So much is pouring out of me, feeling so full—jumpy—bursting out of my skin with the excitement of feeling like this again. Again, after so much waiting and yearning. Again, after so much winter, after so much despair turned to helplessness turned to nothingness turned to aching tantrum.
Something inside me broke open. So compacted and so compressed, bursting and breaking was the only option. I succumbed. I surrendered. I took my body to its knees. I humbled myself in earnest prayer. I splayed myself and asked for even more openness.
Ask and ye shall receive. Tonight, here I am, speaking to Spirit aloud, feeling and hearing Spirit within. I’m flowing. I’m ignited. I’m grateful.
I’m grateful and I pray that you too can find the openness after the breaking. I pray that, if you find yourself lowered to the knees, that they are just as held by the earth and the sky.