If my dreams are prayers...
If my dreams are prayers then I dream a world in which my deepest longings have come to pass.
But that is not all.
Some of my dreams are nightmares.
If my dreams are prayers then I also dream a world in which that which I fear most crashes through the safest space I can imagine.
Yet the world in which I dwell is neither the world of my hopeful dreams nor my frightful nightmares.
It is somewhere in between.
And I, I continue to dream.
God-wrestling in the light of day: An educated black woman writes, thinks and prays out loud about scripture, religion, politics, science and the cosmos.
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Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts
04 November 2010
02 November 2010
Prayerful Imagination
I did not know that my imagination could be a fruitful space to cultivate my prayer life. (Yet I dream and daydream all the time!) I was blessed with an invitation to use my imagination and my memory to create my own prayer space wherever I am. A prayer companion and spiritual director introduced me to an Ignatian practice of prayer.
It is amazing how visualizing a particular space calms me and opens me and soothes me.
I look forward to learning to pray all over again.
It is amazing how visualizing a particular space calms me and opens me and soothes me.
I look forward to learning to pray all over again.
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