There is no wrong place to pray. I pray at my desk, on my living room floor, on the couch beside my dogs, in my bed, beside my bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, walking down the street, in the morning when I wake up, in the evenings before I fall asleep.
There is no wrong way to pray. I pray with my eyes, closed, with my eyes open, with my knees on the ground, standing up, sitting down, curled into a ball, holding my own hands, moving my hands around, raising my hands in the air, holding someone else’s hands.
There is no wrong way to say a prayer. Some days I repeat myself over and over, some days I cry, some days I get angry, some days I tell Him everything, some days I can’t seem to tell Him anything, some days I use flowery language, some days I use foul language, some days I use hardly any language. Help me, I whisper.
There is no wrong place to pray, there is no wrong way to pray, there is no wrong way to talk to our Creator, our Father, our best friend, our God.
Maybe you need some time away from all of the noise, the group thought, and the vibrational energies, that have been affecting and influencing you lately.
Get away, leave it all behind, and disconnect. Go, go detox yourself.
Lord of the loving heart,
May mine be loving too.
Lord of the gentle hands,
May mine be gentle too.
Lord of the willing feet,
May mine be willing too.
So may I grow more like thee
In all I say and do.
Make me like You
West of Bangkok, Phutthamonthon is a Buddhist park, highlighted by a 15.7m high Buddha statue. This statue is considered the tallest free standing Buddha in the world.
Around the statue are sites memorialising the four main stations in the life of Buddha: his birth symbolized by seven lotus flowers; his enlightenment under the Bodhi tree; his first sermon; and his death.
The park is also a popular place of recreation, attracting joggers, cyclists, picnic goers, and visitors wanting to feed the fish.