Life, a benediction
‘Don’t put something on your altar if it doesn’t belong there’ he said this morning, and then she asked me about beliefs and I can’t stop thinking about all the trinkets I kept that I was given but never even wanted, and all the times I prayed on bended knee to the wrong Gods.
These days, night times are for wonder, not answers and blessings come in many different forms - like warm bowls of tea in my hands every morning, steam rising, and the way the sunlight plays on the woodwork as I drink it. Like the words that move as breath does and the way I let go as soon as I speak them.
I feel my body here, soft, ready, listening. I dream of windows and doorways now - no effigies, no guru - every moment sacred, every movement, devotion.
The air turns silent, knowing that I know this - an invocation, and I vow right here to make every day in this pilgrimage of life holy. A benediction.