So, recently, I’ve been trying out this new thing called bubble baths which I hear are great for relaxation. I make a warm bath, get…
talking to God
Monica Rozenfeld just posted in her blog here in Busted Halo about finding a new way to pray conversationally with God, thanks to the an idea from the book Eat, Pray, Love. It reminded me of an experience I had years ago. I had always been fine with the “God is everything” and “There is that of God in each of us” kinds of conceptions of God, but I was finding it hard to turn my will and my life over to a concept or The Universe; and I was being told that it would really help if I could learn to relate to God in a more personal way. I’d always struggled with the idea of a God personal to me. I’d always rejected anthropomorphizations as childish.
What would you like to say to God today?
The Ramona Quimby Diary was my first journal. I was seven, and helpfully it was fill-in-the-blanks. For most of 1985, I recorded my deepest thoughts and darkest secrets in that red, spiral-bound book: I never practiced piano like I was supposed to. I had a crush on a boy named David.