Sunday Prayers of Sweet Corn and Miraculous Mischief.

I pray for the awakening of the wild water within the bodies of humans living within all industrialized societies.

I pray for the release of tension in our shoulders and for the deep breathes of dads amidst the triggers and the traumas of modern life.

I pray that I may keep the fires of trust and truth alive and alight within me.

I pray that the stories we tell ourselves are aligned with the wild and raw love of the Earth Mother.

I pray we learn to receive the gifts available to us in the hidden places easily overlooked in our fastness, our forgetfulness.

I pray for clarity and calm.

I pray for the success of the hunt for my Polar Bear relatives, and send good thoughts of abundant and vibrant cubs full of health and prosperity.

I pray for the rewilding of the Irish countryside.

I pray for the weeping of men.

I pray for the purging of political polarization and dehumanization from my consciousness and physiology.

I pray for the health of my neighbors and the wellbeing of children in all urban centers around the world.

I pray for the health and wellbeing of all children and young ones.

I pray for the softening of my defenses, the abandonment of my wartime garrisons, flinging open of the steel gates which guard my heart.

I pray for the true warrior spirit to arise in power within me.

I pray for the protection of the sacred, starting with the healing of my own inner landscapes and beliefs, voices and stories.

I pray for sweet corn to grow abundant in fields alive with insects and earthworms, mycelium and the sounds of children playing.

I pray for a renewed sense of trust in miracles, of spontaneous awakening, of the power of prayer, of love.

I pray for our collective liberation from the grinding gears of the Machine, the conveyor belt stuck on overdrive, the fanatical progress space flight mars colonization scorched earth supply chain new is always better bloodbath bonanza, masked and gassed madness.

I pray for miraculous mischief.

I pray for rain.

I pray for physiological and initiatory births for all mothers.

I pray for wildfires in lands that need it, and green, fertile rice paddies swimming with small fish.

I pray for the renewal of the human soul.

I pray for my own healing, my reawakening back to the truth of what’s really going on here, the Song of Life being sung beneath the shame, beneath the scarcity, beneath the fear, the victimization.

I pray for the health of you and your family.

I pray that you know and hold true and dear just how miraculous you are.

I pray we may feel held and supported by our bodies, by this Earth, by whatever semblance of community we may have.

I pray for our good rest and bright mornings.

I pray that our gardens grow well and our ancestors be at peace.

I pray for peace.

I give thanks.

I give thanks.

I give thanks.