Unraveled
The prayer flags I bought in Katmandu and strung across the apple trees in my yard are unraveling. Thread by thread unwoven by winds, rain, and snow, the passing of time. Not unlike myself. Praying can do this to you. Unravel you. Make you lighter, more open and tender fragile with each releasement. I am not talking about the kind of prayers for things or outcomes although I still do pray in this way. No, this is the kind of unraveling prayer that is pulled from your body when you do not know what else to do and have no hope. When you are being asked to let go of something that you are not nearly ready to let go of. When the suffering of the world no longer bounces off so easily but flows into your tender heart space. When you realize with more and more fascination the utter awesomeness and mystery of this life that has been gifted to you, but how often you still fail to be more generous. This is the prayer o...