i think about a lot of things. This morning, i thought about how great it would be to pray. As in the way i was brought up as a child. To pray to Jesus and God, and be sure i was heard. People do that. and are Sure. How great that must be. But i don't have that, didn't as a child. But i thought today, anyway, about praying. About if there is something that i do that might be similar? About my "beliefs". About what "sustains" me. And you might know by now my deep connection to the Earth and Spirit of Earth. But i don't pray to the Earth. What is it that i DO do? Still thinking. But i'd taken this piece of old linen off the beauty Full Deb Lacativa cloth i posted 3 days ago. It just wasn't saying anything there, and i just unstitched it and in unstitching, had to cut the threads of the eyelids of the Earth Eye. This morning i held it this way, just it and the harem cloth, so light it almost had no weight at all and i thought , like a prayer. Maybe my cloth making is similar to prayers? I then followed the urge, and found some very small scraps in the basket that sits on the ledge behind me where the house altar is..the one with Crow. Yes. and i thought about my love of Tibetan Buddhism, the deep and instinctive connection there. But i don't pray there. I Learn there. and i remembered the Beauty Full Chants for World Peace, the Gyuto Monks and went to UTube to find them. Chanting. Prayer. ? I listened. It's been a long time and while listening, i remembered how i'd had the great good fortune to be at Mt. Shasta about 30 years ago when there was a Celebration for Earth and how the monks came there and walked the long path up, people lining the way….what that felt like. And i listened and envisioned the Gyuto Monks walking the Earth, walking through countries, through wars, Through, chanting. Chanting for every living thing. I "saw" people joining them as they walked and chanted, children, the children danced along side. I saw them approach and appear at the border of the United States and Mexico, stand still, for some long time, days, chanting, ringing the bells, the horns and the drums, raising the Vibration to where it could be felt in the bones, chanting for every living thing. Chanting to "unfold energies which can serve the benefit of All". And all the while, i held this cloth, so nothing, really, but so Everything too and am still thinking, but maybe it's how i pray.
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