I’m not exactly the
praying type... which is not to say that I wasn’t raised that way. My
father brought us to church every Sunday, and my mother taught a set of
prayers, both Catholic mixed with her own words, and sat with my brother and
then me, night after night, as we recited them in unison. I’m grateful for this
and I can say with sincerity that I would not be who I am today without these
instilled values. The power of song resounds on a soul level because of
those Sunday mornings knelt in the wooden pews. My connection to a higher
being is a direct result of my mom's dedication to getting to know her children
as humans, with a gentle stroke of our hair, respecting us and letting our
little voices always be heard.
I was married in a
Catholic church and yet I'm finding myself to be far more spiritual as of
late. Kindness, intentional living, meditative creating, and the law of
karma all encompass my religion now. My prayer consists of the thoughts I
interlace and publish, in the hopes of moving others to build their own
purposed creative life.
It might not look exactly the way my parents envisioned; it might not be in
accordance with their exact dream for me. It's not every Sunday at
church, or a dedication that's identical to what I was taught. However, I
can guarantee that the power of prayer that they have generously bestowed
and sacrificed to develop in their children, is profoundly ingrained in
me...spiritually, and evermore.
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