Help my good friend is necessary! Man, alone and naked, is born unto this Earth in limitation. There are rocks we cannot lift, heights we cannot surmount, widths we cannot circumvent… without help! Authentic help furthers one’s reach in capacity; it is a collection of efforts that deliver extra-ordinary results. The need for help is honest. Our ability to provide help and our availability to receive it is our compass for community.
Without question a most difficult concept for me. Oddly, there is an underwhelming sensation of shame when I pray…. with others particularly; so much so that for many years I thought not to pray all together. The impulse, the aversion is so subtle, and my reaction so non-chalant, that I realize now how unavailable I have been to its import. When I explore this shame that I feel, I know there is inherently a reverence simultaneously for prayer; I can admit that prayer is a sacred gesture. For so long I was unsure of my understanding of God (still am to a degree) but consequently arose my uncertainty of prayer. When I think of the nature of prayer, I see how it is the unification of one’s actions with one’s aim. It is a returning to oneself. The result: a wish inward, outward or upward.