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I have a small shrine outside my bedroom doorway. Every time I pass the shrine I know I’m praying. Sometimes my eyes glance to the side as I pass. Most often I can keep moving. Then there are the times I stop and I bow my head. Or sometimes I have to raise my arms up high. It all depends on how much I have to say.
Also … I start the day with a really good breakfast and when I get down to the end, I always leave the last bite for the garbage gods.
I definitely give the neighborhood trees my allegiance … nothing overt … I just make sure I look up as I pass. And I’ve started to pick up any litter I find in the alley.
As you can see, I try to spread my religion throughout the whole week. When I pass people on the sidewalk, I look them in the eyes to see if they see me. If they do I’ll smile. Otherwise we can stay invisible. I show respect.
Sundays are different. It’s not because it’s religion. They’re looser. I admit, it’s a little hard if I’m lonely because then it would really be nice to have someone to tighten things up. But usually everything’s great. And I don’t need to pray on Sundays. It’s a free day.
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artist: Mitsi:b
Poetry of Light 
Very well done…incisive and sparkling with understatement! Your voice is well modulated and easy to understand…very important to those of us whose hearing is impaired with the ravages of time. Is the audio option something new on your blog, or have I just had my head in the clouds…or a darker and less pleasant place? *g*
Ron
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Thank you Ron, for noticing the audio and for your encouragement….just having some fun challenging myself this winter.
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such a personal communication…I love how you have worked in the ‘radio’ idea… broadcasting…
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Thank you Steven…trying some new things both personally and with poetry. The vulnerability factor is interesting to work with. It wasn’t a conscious “radio” idea but I see what you’re saying….I love listening to Terry Gross.
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How wonderful (and realistic!) to see the spiritual everywhere. x
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Thanks Michele….just messing around on a Sunday. I’m experimenting with spontaneity but find I can’t always trust my mind. LOL It’s enlightening.
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…nice…reminds me of this new book by Thomas Moore: A Religion of One’s Own: A Guide to Creating a Personal Spirituality in a Secular World.
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Sounds good to me….I’ll advocate internal physical prayer Virgilio. “Every breath you take, every move you make”….Thanks 🙂
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Lovely…living an expansive and generous embodiment of the notion that “[w]e are spiritual beings having a human experience.” (Pierre Teilhard de Chardin). Namaste….
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Thanks Chloe….relevant food for thought. Wouldn’t it be great though, to not come from any vantage point of separation? And I wonder what this means since I can only imagine what it isn’t. It’s a question coming up lately….xxoo
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years ago
in
my journal
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my religion
is
innocent enjoyment
of
simple things
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listing
everything
making
me
smile
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Reminds me of looking back at the one journal I’ve kept, written in my early twenties. It was years later and I was failing miserably at coming to terms with anything. Where’s a teacher when you need one? And then here in this journal I’d soulfully and intelligently addressed the same things. I couldn’t believe I’d written the words I was reading. But then here was my teacher… I seem to be my own worst enemy and sometimes my best teacher 🙂
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never
believe
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time
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It is nice to hear your voice. I appreciate how you give and leave dignity… and it seems that rather than separate the spiritual out like a heard, you see the the range land full and vast. Thank you.
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Carrying a basket for the flying fish, Jack. Listening to the birds…they know how to sing. Thanks 🙂
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Amen.
So glad to have found your writing. I wasn’t sure if amen or yahoo! should be my first comment.
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Ha! like them both… thanks so much!
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I loved this. I don’t have a shrine or anything like that in my home, but I do stop and show appreciation, even reverence, for certain things that have meaning for me, something I’ve collected in our travels, or a collection of items balanced in such a way as to give pleasure. And the oaks outside my windows . . . . I like the idea of doing this more consciously. I think spiritual rituals can be a way to deepen our practice throughout the day. Thanks for this.
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