in the nights, i spend so much time in my interior life—praying about my dreams for me, my dreams for the world. i scratch them out on scratch paper with words and bad drawings and tuck each one into a library card envelope Robert gave me for my trip. praying these dreams out loud like this makes life seem so short, like there could never be enough time for us to be and do all the things i want us to be and do.
but a day is also impossibly long, and a night, even longer. i am learning how fill myself with the empty time, how to live into every empty day, every empty envelope; i am learning how to make prayers. i don’t know if praying changes anything, but i do know praying changes me. and i don’t know if prayers are heard by another, but i do know my own prayers are heard by me.
well, life is short; but the days and nights are long.
June 8, 2009 at 4:56 pm |
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i think prayer and intention are a vehicle to the post powerful areas of our potential. We have the power to change reality by believing in our reality. we just lack the ability of the faith.
June 8, 2009 at 5:56 pm |
I totally understand – life is short but your days and nights are long. Life is full of such paradoxes………………………………
June 8, 2009 at 6:22 pm |
Tallu…..I remember hearing once in regard to raising children…..that the days are long, but the years fly by. That has certainly been true for me. I expect that at the end of this year, you’ll be saying….the days were long, the nights even longer….but the year flew by.
I love your posts.
And you.
Ellen
June 8, 2009 at 7:43 pm |
i love the way you’re stringing these days and nights together like a sting of pearls.