This time, however, I've taken up journaling my prayers. Like to god. God. G-d. Whatever. To THAT that is.
As you know, I've been having some personal issues regarding deity, belief, etc. My response to all of that was the decision that I needed some kind of faith in my life. Something that connects me to the infinite. And, I get that on some level, my words might only be written down on paper in a black leather journal, but I've decided not to care. The act is cathartic at least and deeply spiritual at best.
I'd been toying with the idea of journaling for a while. Gratitude journals have sort of been all the rage in the last decade, and I had thought about doing something like that. But, I didn't. Art journaling is gorgeous, but so involved I just cannot honestly give it the go that someone like Effy Wild can. The bit of art I can do here and there is enough for me right now.
|Seriously, the woman is so good.|
What does prayer in your household look like? Bent knee and bowed head at bedtime? Held hands at the dinner table? Ecstatic dance to electropop music in the den?
Love and Lyte,