I'm doing 34 things
I’ve finally managed to set up an altar again. It’s only a small space on a shelf in the living room but it’s a start. Mostly I just stand there and light incense or a candle with prayerful intent. Sometimes I manage to do that and offer rosewater.
This is a big step from where I was even 3 months ago. I was still having problems praying three months ago. I still have some problems with it but fewer than I used to. I still cannot believe how Dad’s death rocked my spirituality like that. It was just like having the earth jerked out from under your feet and the sky replaced with nothingness, like reaching out spiritually accomplished nothing. It made me question a lot of things I never thought I’d question about being spiritual at all.
I am finally to the place where I get comfort from spiritual actions again. I’m finally to the place where my spirituality is invoking good feelings inside me once more. It has been and continues to be like toiling up a fearsome mountain but now I’m finally seeing that it does feel as rewarding as it used to.
