I’ve always wondered at Alan’s story of embracing a faith later in life. It’s not so important which faith or what religion, but that he seemed to make both an intellectual and emotional decision about his continued existence and practice based on the realization that he had indeed been praying his whole life, and that by nature, prayers, like letters, move out from you to somewhere, and you expect them to be answered in some way. I remember him saying that you don’t send a letter thinking it won’t be received and hopefully answered.
It seems to me, now, that everything about our lives is a prayer—our actions, deeds, thoughts, words—we send them out energetically, vibrationally into the universe, anticipating either consciously or subconsciously some sort of response, some sort of answer. I work for something. I connect with someone. I write about something. I think through some thoughts. I sing. I dance. I love.
If that were true, and I knew it, why wouldn’t I begin to fully embody my whole life, imagining that each moment was sent out like a wish for something grander, deeper, more sweet in return?