Yesterday morning as I was doing some last-minute puttering at my desk, a group of students tapped on my door. “We’re doing a prayer walk,” they told me. “Can we come in and pray for you?”
So much of my focus when I am at school is on how I can care for and meet the needs of these young people that it threw me for a momentary loop to be on the receiving end. I didn’t quite know how to be. It was lovely and powerful and extremely meaningful, here at the stressful end of a semester–with the anxiety and excitement of the semester that is approaching–to simply stand there and receive the gift and the grace of their prayers, like feathers, like stones, like a bowl that held me throughout the whole day and which will carry me into the newness of the coming weeks.
It strikes me that in these days when there are such sharp distinctions being made between religions and denominations and spiritual perspectives, that one thing we can do is to offer each other our prayer. Or energy. Or meditation. Or goodwill. Whatever we call it. That reaching out toward each other in spirit, casting the web, carrying and holding each other.
1. Spending the morning drawing with my kiddos.
2. Mist in the hollow.
3. Warm coffee on a chilly morning.
4. How resolve settles into the spine.
May we walk in Beauty!