Their prayer moved with them and through them as they danced.
San Felipe Feast – a prayer
They danced. Moving together to the pounding of the drums. One two one two one two one two. To infinity. The drums and the bare feet of the women and the moccasined feet of the men drove the prayer through each and every one of us. Those who danced. Those who sang. Those who witnessed from the side. The prayer entered into the earth, pounded through the dirt of the plaza. I felt the grit on my teeth as I took it all in. The grit of dirt, infused with prayer, entering me through my mouth.
This prayer is so physical and visceral. It is alive and in movement. It is alive and in song. It is alive and in the land. It is alive and in our hearts.
It is a reminder of how I pray. Every time I notice and say thank you. Every time I notice and think thank you. Every time I notice and feel thank you. Every single time I am praying. Whether I intend to or not. Because when I do that I feel connected to the thing that I am noticing and grateful for. And it is that connection where I see god.
Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer.
~Maya Angelou
What are you grateful to have experienced today?