It’s been one of those weeks. I won’t go into the details because to do so would be to speak negatively about others and I’d like to try not to do that but the bottom line is: people are taking their shit out on me.

It happens all the time so why whine about it, you ask? You’re right. People can’t contain their fears, anxieties, and disappointments so others become the object for their tantrums. What can I learn from this, though? How can I manage the crests and swells of the sea of life better?

Last night I taught the final class in a three-week series on the poetry of prayer.  I am not a religious person but I am a spiritual one and this class was a leap off the dock into the dark waters of the sea. It was fun. It was challenging. It was thought-provoking. It was soothing.

We gathered around a table and discussed whether prayer can be poetry and whether we have the right to write our own prayers. We deconstructed a poem about a birch tree which was every bit a prayer. We looked at the supposed best-known prayer in the Jewish faith and said, “Hmmm…not sure how I feel about the fire and brimstone paragraphs.”

But mostly, we connected. Over thought, over desire, over fear, over loneliness.

Every single person in this world is searching for something sustaining, something solid to hold them up in the dark, dark night. It may not be a prayer we grasp onto and I’ll say it probably isn’t – it’s the knowledge that someone else cares about us that holds us up when we’re about to drown.

I had a bad day yesterday because of two idiots who were so self-absorbed they couldn’t see the value in the work I do. My day rebounded after I surfed the surge of energy that came from igniting discussion and connecting with others.

When you see the synergies in life come together, you know you’re in the right place. From so many directions, I am hearing messages of be authentic…be of service…create community…

That must mean I’m in the exact place I’m supposed to be.

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