Today I found myself hungry for a release from something I could not define…and ended up journaling and reading. Once again Rachel Naomi Remen spoke to my heart and helped me see that in some simple way I was praying.
As I consumed her wisdom and brilliance laid out on the page, I realized I pray every time I settle down to practice yoga, especially in the sanctuary of my survivor group, that I sometimes pray when I run, that lying in bed at the end and beginning of my day I am praying, that sitting in front of a warm toasty fire next to Jim sometimes I am praying.
And I wondered what would happen if when I am at work sometimes I paused at my desk during moments of overwhelm and just let a little prayer in…
This Abundantly Delicious Life 
When we pray, we don’t change the world, we change our ourselves….yes.