Busy, busy, busy!

Friday, May 08

And I love it that way.

As usual, I wrote my Morning Pages as soon as the dogs had been out, come in again, and given their strange but healthful breakfast. What a mixture! Green tea, canned pumpkin, string beans, kibble, and lean ground turkey. Yum-O, as Rachel Ray would say. (Not.)

Being a writer, I write my prayers. I guess this means God reads, instead of listens, at least in my case. 🙂 I had to smile, remembering a prayer I once read: “Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulders and Your hand over my mouth.” Good advice for me–right up there with Thy will be done.

You might wonder what I pray for, since I am already so blessed. I pray for peace and plenty for all living creatures. I pray that the oceans will be healed. I pray for strength and wisdom and a quiet mind, for ideas. I pray for the courage to speak my truth, but do so kindly, and with fairness and respect. Mostly, I say Thank You.

Once I’ve finished talking to the Boss, I write a little letter to the band of angels who watch over me and mine. Today, I asked them to pass on some thank you’s to loved ones who’ve gone on to the other side. I asked my dad to take special care of the Buckaroo when his time comes, and make sure he knows where the good and faithful horses are supposed to stand. I told Gramma Wiley how much I loved her stories and her home-baked pies and the way she made a place for everybody in that tiny ranch house outside of Northport, and I told Grampa thanks for the limericks (he made them up off the top of his head, custom-designed for the recipient) and for the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. And you know what? I really think they got the messages.

Today, I will write. Sadie will go to swimming lessons. The zinnias will get a little taller. 🙂

I can’t help drawing parallels between prayers and seeds–I’m a writer, it’s what I do. Draw parallels, look for connections. A prayer is like a seed–something beautiful and useful can grow from the tiniest of them both, if loved and nurtured. A smile is like a seed, too, and so is a kind word. We might never know what a difference it made to some person or lost and helpless creature.

Make a difference, today. Say a prayer.

Plant a seed.

About Linda

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.

Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.

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