Prayer

We are more alike than different Different ways of expressing love and feeling in relationship with our Creator perhaps, but all the same at the core.

My church has a labyrinth.
It is an ancient form of prayer. Representing our journey to the center and back out again.
We walk it in groups sometimes.
Feels like a dance to me.
We are all in this together.
It is an outdoor labyrinth, surrounded by a columbarium - where the cremains of deceased parishioners reside.
It is patterned on the Labyrinth inside the ancient Cathedral of Chartres, in France. Where Black Madona resides.
I walked it yesterday.
There are times when I am walking it alone, I feel the presence of my deceased father, who died when I was 20, (30 years ago) - and is buried 200 miles away.
He and I walk it together, and somehow it becomes a wave-beaten shore at sunrise and we are searching for seashells.
Just Him and me. Holding hands, not saying a word.

I have only been "praying" for 5 years.
I keep discovering prayer where I didnt expect it.
I still dont have a set time of day to pray.
Always I pray spontaneoulsy when someone asks me to and when something enters my heart that calls for prayer.

I like to compose prayers like poems.

I like to pray for people and ask them to pray for me, but I am not a warrior.

I love to sing. Singing is a form of prayer.
When I paint I pray - more like meditation - I go completely into a zone.
I am usually very grateful when I am singing or painting.
These are prayers of praise and gratitude.

I pray the rosary with a group of about 30-40 people every Saturday morning.
A very diverse group - some people dont even speak English.
All colors of the rainbow, and from all corners of the earth.
Our voices in unison crying out to the blessed Mother "Pray for us, now and at the hour of our death"
Outside the little chapel, people are lining up for reconciliation.

I have only fallen to my knees in desperate prayer to Jesus a few times in my life. This past March, my husband was in ICU after two surgeries in less than 24 hours. He was having horrible hallucinations. I was terrified. I was on my knees begging.

Once a week I do Eucharistic adoration.
I stopped going for a while but I am now trying to get back in the routine.
You could also call it meditation. Or contemplative prayer.
You sit in silence for an hour, in the presence of Jesus.
At the beginning of the hour, I usually offer a problem I am having to Jesus, or a prayer for someone else - usually it is all about me.

Peace
Keren
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