Several years ago when I had stayed away from church services for three weeks doing instead my meditations, I told Dean, “no one ever told me Sunday mornings could be like this.” They had become lovely. I would sit on the deck sometimes in silence, sometimes with gentle music playing, and meditate and pray ~ pray more deeply than I had for a while. There was great peace in that. At that time however, I thought I would be returning to regular services very soon. That didn’t happen for all sorts of reasons, the biggest one being the experience I just related.
I thought of that this morning again as I settled into my rocker in front of the fire, a second cup of tea in my hand, surrounded by sun streaming in across snow laden pines. I miss the church community. And I cannot bring myself to return to the Sunday morning discipline of attending. I have found a website from my denomination that has a 30 minute service where I can worship in a more traditional way if I want. Mostly I stay with my prayers and meditations. Sometimes I sit in gratitude for the beauty around me and the blessings of my family.
More and more I am convinced that the important thing is the recognition of the Divine in our lives ~ whatever form that takes for you, whatever name you call your Deity ~ and especially how you live out your life in service to others. In gratitude and with blessings for your journey ~