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To me, prayer is talking to Spirit / God / Goddess / All That Is / The Universe - and meditation is listening.

Prayer seems to be the act of sending our lists of wants and needs up and out into space, mostly pleading to be heard. It occurs to me a loving partner / parent / ardent supporter doesn’t need to be pleaded with, and is happy to shower us with gifts. A conversation, discussion, explanation is perhaps all that’s needed - along with the certainty of knowing that every prayer is answered. That I firmly believe.

Actually, I have been known to shout, since pleading has not been my strong suit! Mostly it is just conversation, throwing an idea out there, and waiting for a feeling / knowing in response. A friendly give and take.

Meditation, on the other hand, is that quiet listening. i normally just lay down on the floor with some wonderful peaceful music and pay attention to my breathing - counting 10 breaths, and then starting over. Or i might empty my mind and pay attention to what pops in. Another possibility is to focus on one concept - happiness, courage - and allow ideas about that to wander through the mind. Not working, just musing.

This will often produce ideas that seem not even to be mine - but are interesting, inspiring, in-Spiriting - they just make me feel good. I love listening to the pulse beat of the Universe, the information spun off from All That Is just for me.

I come back here peaceful and happy, feeling comforted and supported. A good antidote to stress, and even better when I feel uplifted at the beginning - then it’s a natural high.

Either way we communicate with Spirit, we know prayer and meditation are great for us, body, mind and spirit - and always bring us closer to Truth.

One of my favorite Enquirer cartoons - and sometimes I think I buy newspapers just for the comics! - is Frazz. Frazz is a school janitor who is also a famous songwriter and an outdoor exercise nut. Probably in his late 20’s or early 30’s, and a truly wise person - the kids absolutely love him, and bring him their craziest thoughts, which he responds to very reasonably - often while taking that idea one step further. Off the beaten track, yet a very sweet and interesting guy, is Frazz.

I also love the fact that the school is full of black kids and white kids, black teachers and white teachers, old and young, rich and poor, fat and skinny. It’s a real school, though just a cartoon.

Back to the thought that started me on this track - a cartoon from this summer, 2006, that I set aside a couple of months ago to blog about:

Frazz says “You know what I’d have liked? Vacationing before the interstate went in. Eating at little roadside diners shaped like teapots and stuff.” The basketball coach says, “Because nothing improves a vacation like acid reflux.” “They didn’t have acid reflux back then,” says Frazz. “Okay,” says the coach. Frazz has the last words: “There weren’t those fancy prescription drugs, so we didn’t need it.”

How true is THAT? I just love that condensation of whole books of ideas into one cartoon!