Every day...

Every day, I want to sing Your names.
Every day, I want to burn offerings.
Every day, I want to study the lessons You have sent to me.
Every day...every day...every day...

I play my favorite instrument.
I do the work of daily life that must be done.
I tell stories to others.
I write stories.
I create art.

I'm exhausted.
I'm lost.
I'm in pain.

I keep going.

And when I start to cry because I'm not giving to You, immersing myself in devotion to You, living in service to You... that's when something whispers to me, "Maybe you are."

Am I? Is it that simple? Is it that I want to be filling my existence with ritual and study, but am supposed to be doing these other things?

I hope so. I also hope the ritual and study comes back soon. I love You, Mother, and will do what You want of me.

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