Last week or maybe last year, sporadic in my notice and recognition, I decided “child’s pose” was very much like prayer.
The prayer pose in the dark of early morning beside my bed or in the middle of a day when my pacing feet and pounding heart had left me with no place to go but to
To hide away on my side of the bed.
You’d have to walk around to find me.
To hit my knees and find my soul beckoning me rest and my shoulders, lower, lower until they too are closer to the bottom and to wait, my muscles groaning in extension, I’m reaching, now gently.
As far as I can and I wait for God to cause my hands to open towards heaven.
Like a quiet “voila!”.
Saying, this is yours God, not mine.
Like a child, my outstretched hands are both released from my heavy thing and opened for the pure embrace of God.
Lean a little deeper into the prayer like a languished stretch and then ease back upright to maybe a sort of sun salutation.
I rise. I’m better, Son of God, I salute you, your Spirit, now.
I’m better today.
“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.”
Romans 8:26 ESV
Linking up for FMF prompted by “release”.
Oh, and by the way, my book review of Kate Motaung’s recently released memoir, “A Place to Land” is in a draft right now, I’ll be posting tomorrow and giving away a couple of copies!
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