Loved this Kaitlin. Bottom line I do not know who or what I pray too, however in the moment it always has a name. Mother, Innana, Panchamama, Gaia, Mystery, She, Her and it is mostly mother energy, sacred feminine. To me the masculine is held in her. The mother who births us all.
Thank you for this, Kaitlin. I think there's such enormous beauty and power in interfaith and cross-cultural realization that across time and space, so many humans have felt the urge to pray. This strikes me as a holy revelation itself, one that invites a wider wonder than fearful fundamentalisms (or extractive appropriations). There is so much room in the mystery of love and accompaniment.
Beautiful thoughts and words. Thank you. I can no longer define who or what I pray to...but I know that when I take a moment, a breath, and open up, the mystery, also breathing, is there. Your list reminds me that the words can shift...but something big and whole and good is there....
Praying to the Mystery, and Mother Mystery—that is freeing indeed.
Loved this Kaitlin. Bottom line I do not know who or what I pray too, however in the moment it always has a name. Mother, Innana, Panchamama, Gaia, Mystery, She, Her and it is mostly mother energy, sacred feminine. To me the masculine is held in her. The mother who births us all.
Thank you for this, Kaitlin. I think there's such enormous beauty and power in interfaith and cross-cultural realization that across time and space, so many humans have felt the urge to pray. This strikes me as a holy revelation itself, one that invites a wider wonder than fearful fundamentalisms (or extractive appropriations). There is so much room in the mystery of love and accompaniment.
Beautiful thoughts and words. Thank you. I can no longer define who or what I pray to...but I know that when I take a moment, a breath, and open up, the mystery, also breathing, is there. Your list reminds me that the words can shift...but something big and whole and good is there....
I pray to no one
As I choose to walk alone
Connected to all space
Yet I find rest in your prayer
As there is room
For your mystery
Along with my own
As a keeper of your fires
Know my fires burn intense
They can scorch
All that do not see
My fire flame with light
That only warms me