waves of true
“Well that was — something new and different! I’m so glad Yolanda invited Typist to join her morning prayer group!” Thalia set her mug on the counter. “It reminded me of our Tuesday morning Listening Circle — only it’s open for anyone to join! And since Typist was only exploring, we got to hang out in the curiosity room! What a cool name — curiosity room! What does prayer mean to you? To me — it means paying attention, and relationship-ing with life.”
“I pray Thalia stops drinking so much coffee.” Nia folded her hands. “And, I’m praying we finish today’s love letter, get truck’s oil changed, stay present for our afternoon conversations, get irradiated, take Henny to the dog park, and pack for the weekend retreat.” Nia’s pencil was poised over Typist’s calendar, ready to put a line through love letter.
Calliope smiled. “Wonder-full! We can do all of those things while paying attention and relationship-ing… yes? Let’s not forget to shower first.”
Words from Typist:
I’m still thinking about reality… and how there is a vast ocean of life we can choose to experience.
Honestly, I’m rarely ever sure of what is “true.”
Is truth temporary?
A relationship with the moment we’re in?
Tomorrow the muses and I are driving to Hayward Wisconsin where we’ll get to hug a bunch of friends we’ve only ever seen on a computer screen.
We’ll likely be MIA for a few days.
If you’re interested in exploring a coral reef or two while we’re gone, take a few seconds to listen to a snippet Neil Pasricha’s interview on The Knowledge Project.
Or listen to me read this short story from Kurt Vonnegut.
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