Categories: theology-philosophy
Date: 24 February 2010 21:00:01
This morning I read today's chapter of The Book in bed before I got up. I prayed over my daughter when she came in to snuggle. My intentions started so well. I 'meditated' as I rode to school at 7.15am (cos my brain wouldn't focus any other way so I sang Taize songs and repeated prayers).
As I was riding home at 5pm I realised that the ride was the first time I'd 'stopped' all day. I'd spent the entire day working without a break or stopping to think of anything but work. I hadn't had a break and sat down and done 'nothing' at any point. In fact, I don't think I even sat for a rest at any point.
How can I pray through the day when I can't / don't remember because I don't stop. Maybe I should stop somewhere along the way, but there's always endless things to do.
Sometimes I wish I had a job where I could stop and have a break when I wanted, or where I didn't take work home most evenings, or where I didn't get so emotionally involved.