- the peaceful waters of St Mary's Loch, taken during our Durham-Iona pilgrimage last year
The credit for this post goes to Smudgie of wibsite renown, whose description of her floatation tank experience bears an uncanny resemblance to the struggles I sometimes often experience when I try to pray,
I did not like the way my thoughts continued to bombard my brain but without being able to gain a purchase and be resolved…a bit like those squelchy toys you throw against a mirror which sort of stic k but then slither down and fall off onto the carpet where they pick up all the loose hairs and fluff. I didn’t go into a meditative state – I went into a teflon state, but still with the myriad of thought-directions sparking off inside my brain…together with a sense of guilt that I should be relaxing.
Teflon prayer - I love it! To stretch the squelchy toy analogy even further, our son threw half a squelchy santa way up and out of reach near the landing ceiling just after Christmas. We're still waiting for it to work its way back down to earth. Anybody who fancies speculating as to what that has to say about my current spiritual state is welcome to have a go.
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