Lyric prose meditations that play with elements from evangelical Christianity, Buddhism, yoga, reiki, Tarot and “weird voodoo shit.”

~by Cindy Clem

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Opening exercise: Bring into your imagination one of your child selves, the young self at its most jarringly awkward, its most self-conscious, the self, of all the young selves, that you would prefer to forget. Close your eyes and see this child walk toward you, a perfect expression of the awkwardness in whatever form it took: buck teeth, overgrown hair, scabs, bruises, acne, Kmart jeans, glasses the size of plates, extra fat or limbs as thin as wind chimes. Is this child happy to see you? Is he unsure, hopeful, sullen? Does she jump on you, ignorant of the socially appropriate amount of personal space, like she always was back then, with everyone? How do you feel, seeing this child approach? Meet with this child every day until you look forward to seeing him or her, until you can trust each other.

Today’s passage: “Then little children were brought to Him that He might put His hands on them and pray, but the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.’ And He laid His hands on them and departed from there.” Matthew 19:13-15, NKJV Continue reading →