i hiked to one of my favorite prayer spots yesterday. it is a short hike and the spot is only sometimes private because many use it to pray, or that’s what i like to think because of the rock statues left by others, except they may not think of building rock sculptures as prayer, but i do. my prayers in that spot are rock statues i mindfully build with the intent to increase peace, to choose heaven here and now, to nourish my soul by noticing and contributing to the beauty that surrounds me.
last night i went to a birthday party for someone who is soulmate and friend and mentor and peer and playmate and what feels like my second-grade-best-friend-with-whom-i’d-hold-hands-and-swing-next-to-at-recess. she is brave. she is much braver than i am. case-in-point, she threw herself a birthday party. i’d never throw myself a birthday party. i’d be afraid that people wouldn’t show up (and my feelings would be hurt) or they’d show up and have a lousy time (and i’d feel guiltily responsible for wasting their time). her birthday party was perfect. i had a wonderful time. people read poetry and sang and i helped myself to cake even though nobody else was eating it and she made fun of me a little for saying that my poetry sucks (which it does) and i love that she made fun of me, because i take my bad-poetry-writing much too seriously.
maybe none of these things seem to have anything to do with each other, but that’s what life is like, all the randomness threaded together with light and love and the through-line of you being you. i’m rock-statue-building prayerfully grateful for you.