I sat in church this morning. Felt the wooden bench behind my knees and beneath my fingertips. It was a stolen moment. A few minutes before the day began.
I knelt and said a few words just as quietly as I could before leaning back and breathing.
Someone once asked Teresa of Avila what she did during prayer and she said, “I just allow myself to be loved.”
When Aneesha saw the Ganesh around my neck she said, You know the thing about Eastern religion--the difference is that we don’t believe that there will ever come a day when evil will be vanquished from the world. We believe in the coexistence of light and dark, good and evil.
I sat in church this morning thinking about how happiness and sadness are twin strands of the same thread.
And then I let myself be loved.