My ritual pre-pandemic was a cup of coffee and a small silent prayer of thanks for the new day while on the train before and after sips.
It was my mental oasis of calm, and something I realize is missing in the pandemic.
When I was much younger and trying to forge a connection, however, I spent an hour or more daily trying to “hear”; by reading versus, letting-go of mental burdens, and straining for something.
At one point I experienced what has been described as the “still small voice”, warning me that someone I knew had designs on me.
It was not audible, it was brief, yet it was extremely specific. There was no confusion in the message.
What actually shocked me was when weeks
later, the events were unfolding as I was warned about; I was basically too shocked to act on what would have been a very bad decision.
It was my mental oasis of calm, and something I realize is missing in the pandemic.
When I was much younger and trying to forge a connection, however, I spent an hour or more daily trying to “hear”; by reading versus, letting-go of mental burdens, and straining for something.
At one point I experienced what has been described as the “still small voice”, warning me that someone I knew had designs on me.
It was not audible, it was brief, yet it was extremely specific. There was no confusion in the message.
What actually shocked me was when weeks later, the events were unfolding as I was warned about; I was basically too shocked to act on what would have been a very bad decision.
Right after all of this is when I lapsed.