My heart hears a familiar call. A call to return, a call to listen. I turn off the tv and take a deep breath. Putting my hand on my stomach, I let my inner ear in tune itself to the invisible world that is my body, both the physical and the etheric. My mind starts to clear itself and I feel all the different sides of me returning to its original state of oneness. I drop all the screaming sensations and invite all to the quiet pleasure that is softly focusing the void space. My heart beating like a soft drum, if I focus on it long enough I can easily feel it. My breathing becomes slow and steady, I try to remind myself not to breathe too rough otherwise, it distracts me. The heavenly silence in the living room. I keep my eyes closed and savor all that isn’t in motion.
This is as about as “prayed up” as I get. That and my random talking to myself.
I don’t even remember the last time where I have formally gotten on my knees to pray. I suppose it’s been a few years now, maybe 2 or 3 years. I always knew I was being heard, that wasn’t even a concern.