Today I Am ... Mystified

I am mystified, petrified, deified. I see bad things on TV. Bombs in Gaza. Football player down with a spinal injury. Unemployment statistics.

It used to be I'd say "where's god?"

Now I just pray.

And I don't expect God to do anything either. I don't know what I expect. But that's more than different from when I used to argue that it was nuts for people to pray. God obviously wasn't paying attention at all. But now I think she is paying very close attention indeed.

Prayers mean something. But like many poems, the meanings don't become clear for a long, long time. And what they mean can change over time. Sometimes the poet himself is the least likely of all to understand his own poem.

Ditto for prayer.

Namaste.

PS: Skiing this weekend with Andrew, Charlotte, Brad, Ethan, and Becky. Family is a darn good thing!