Do Buddhists pray? This Buddhist does.
Parenthood is like continuous prayer, and these days I’ve been praying a lot:
Dear Lord, let it just be allergies.
Dear Lord, let her sneakers still fit.
Dear Lord, let the lunchbox come home empty.
Dear Lord, let me see her smile.
No matter who or what you pray to, prayer works. If you’re looking for a modern miracle, I say, “Pray.” I don’t have a theological explanation for it, but prayer seems to work by itself. We gather our agitated worries into the palms of our hands, a single point of contemplation, and by our utterance, we release them. We are immediately calmed and comforted by our own action, regardless of any eventual outcomes. For me, prayer is a continuous loop of supplication, surrender and consolation.
Even though it’s not just allergies.
The sneakers no longer fit.
She traded her lunch for someone else’s.
But because the smile, the smile, I still see.
Prayers are answered all the time. For instance, if you’ve ever prayed for an easier way to parent, here’s your answer. Take wing and join me here:
Saturday, Oct. 16, 9-3:30 p.m.
Portals of Love: The Spiritual Practice of Parenting
I’ll be giving a workshop on finding spiritual consolation amid the demands of home life, with plenty of time for personal supplication, encouragement and guidance. Hosted by Zen Community of Oregon at St. David of Wales Church. Register here.
And if you can’t come to Portland for answers, I’ll put them in your pocket by giving away a signed copy of Tracy Mayor’s poignantly delightful new book, Mommy Prayers, divine guidance for the everyday exasperations of motherhood. It’s the perfect answer for any mother in need of a little heavenly intervention when the sniffling won’t quit, the new shoes don’t fit, the kids won’t eat, and the smiles go missing. Leave your comment here by this Friday, Oct. 1 and I’ll draw a winner next weekend.
In the meantime, pray!