My Mother asked me a few weeks ago if I prayed. She claimed she did not know how to. I replied of course I did. She asked me what I did, If I lit candles or knelled and I explained that sometimes I might make a ceremony of it but mostly I just pray throughout my day. I pray when I drive, or while sitting quietly on my couch. I pray while I fall to sleep and I pray as I steam dresses at work. Any chance I get from my chaotic and sometimes loud life, I take a second to connect to the universe. I ask for it help, and strength and I thank it for all the gifts it provides me. She then asked me what it made me feel, praying. And I have thought a lot about this. What it makes me feel. The best answer I can come up with is; It makes me feel quiet.
