I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the 'monkey mind' -- the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl.
But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.
Prayer is a relationship; half the job is mine. If I want transformation, but can't even be bothered to articulate what, exactly, I'm aiming for, how will it ever occur? Half the benefit of prayer is in the asking itself, in the offering of a clearly posed and well-considered intention. If you don't have this, all your pleas and desires are boneless, floppy, inert; they swirl at your feet in a cold fog and never lift.
God never slams a door in your face without opening a box of Girl Scout cookies.
Om Namah Shivaya, meaning,
I honor the divinity that resides within me.