Every breath a prayer.

Mother, I pray almost constantly these days. Every breath, every piece of art, every song, every refilling of the birdfeeder. And I feel there's blessing in that, and that it's right to be this way...if only the prayers were different. 

I suppose the Crossroads have more traffic now. We're all scared. Those who think they aren't are lying to themselves.

I'll continue with writing. I'll continue with the plants. I'll continue with the music. I'll continue praying.

I don't know what else to do. But I hope the time comes very soon that I won't have to pray for the reasons I do now. Still, I'd like to continue for better reasons. Every breath a prayer.