“In navigating the changes, in wrestling with boredom, in confronting our restlessness, in learning to pay attention to what is before us rather than forever moving on to something or someplace that looks more appealing, we come to know regions of our souls that we could never enter otherwise.
Where do you find sources of stability?
What do you learn in committing to something—a place, a person, a way of life—over the long haul?”
Heat and covid stalk us down the steamy alleys of August like bloodhounds on the prowl. Their incessant baying and trail of spewing spittle threaten to relieve us of our senses. We long to just flop down in the shade with these bloodhounds and flick at flies.
If only we could stop running long enough we might catch up to our senses and it wouldn’t be so hot. It wouldn’t be so dangerous.
Let us today reach out with our finger and plug the dyke, lest a rush of this pandemic flood of angst overtake us.
We are such funny people, aren’t we? One little speck of energy these days lies latent under 50 mattresses, and our busy minds worry it into a hotbed of troubles.
Yes, sir, then we’ve got troubles. Yes, ma’am, then we’ve got troubles, right here in River City, with a capital T and that rhymes with E and that stands for Egoooo!
Leftside, rightside, backside, frontside, over and around we turn, mattresses complaining, minds exclaiming. Just like the Music Man (1962 film) who cons a culture-deprived community, this little speck of energy, whatever it is, can con us into believing that it IS the universe instead of one PART of the universe.
STOP TOSSING AND TURNING! Throw a protective blanket of divine energy over and around this speck, and move on.
This morning when my friend asked for prayers in dealing with negativity I recognized my own need immediately. I offer a practice and a prayer.
Practice To Release Negative Energy
Once settled in a comfortable position (lying on my back works well for me), ground yourself with breathing.
When focused, begin the ritual of releasing negative energy embedded in your aura, your brain, anywhere in your energy field where it tends to get stuck. Imagine using your hands to unravel and pull out the pieces of negative energy, sending each one down your spine, and into the ground where it can be reconstituted… recycled for the good, if you will. Accompany the release with the words, “Releasing this unwanted negative energy….sending it down to the earth.”
When finished, take the time you need to let welcome, positive energy to settle in. Follow the ritual with a physical cleansing with water, sage, or incense.
A Prayer For These
Photo Credit: Cathedral of light | vivid sydney 2016
Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Edvard Munch, The Scream (1910), from the collection of the Munch Museum, Oslo. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Someone living on my floor walks very heavily on the way down the hall to the recycle room across from my apartment. The footsteps are jarring because there is nothing to fear outside my door, yet I am unnerved by them. I even feel irritated every time I hear them. They put me on edge, as though pending danger waits on the other side. I sit on my chair and wait for the other shoe to drop. The fear surprises me because I am no longer a fearful person. It seems so silly, but…
Unconsciously I am hearing increased gunshots ringing out in many cities all over America. And the footfall keeps dropping. I hear reports of almost 4 million cases of covid. And the footfall keeps dropping. I see federal agents beat a silent, still protestor. And the footfall keeps dropping.
I am on the alert now, unaware before that I flinched with every heavy step I heard outside my door. Flinching fear is a safeguard for which I am grateful. But I don’t want it to wield power over me, influencing my life in unexpected and unconscious ways; so I bring it here into the light.
Spiritual Practice For Releasing Fear
Breathing in, I rest in my courage. Breathing out, I release fear.
Breathing in, I rest in my power. Breathing out, I release fear.
Let us pray
May we be content with our own best selves. May we manage our discontent peacefully.
When the well goes dry, listen.
Sit by it, your ear pressed to its rim.
Hear the empty and the hollow of it.
Let be. Let be.
When finally you hear your breath
echo back to you,
let this sound be your first prayer.
Where there is breath,
there is water somewhere.
Jan Richardson In the Sanctuary of Women: A Companion for Reflection & Prayer