One of the pieces I got clear about in my weekend meditations was a desire for my mundane morning flow with the children to be more inclusive of prayer, of intention and blessing: simply setting the energy for the day in a good way. Sometimes the mornings can feel like a wild scramble against the clock, and we all get irritated and off-center inside the flurry. I was planning to share this new intention and desire with the children today. Then, first thing this morning, just as I was rising out of my bed, Ezra Star came skipping into my room in his underwear, sat down at my bedroom altar, and, picking up the box of matches, said: “ I want to say some prayers, Mama.” Surprised and delighted by the synchronicity I said: “Oh yes, of course~” and joined him at the altar.
He carefully worked to light the match, and I held the candle at an angle to make the wick in direct line with the flame. Still, he was challenged by the heat of the flame creeping up to his little fingers, and he quickly blew out the match before it burned him. Finally, on his third try, with his third match, he caught the wick on fire, and, putting both his hands on his heart, closed his eyes. He said in a strong, quiet voice: “I pray for all the beings, all the beings to be well.” My heart swelled to hear his voice speak with such sincerity from his heart. He continued: “And I pray for us to be courteous….courteous?” He looked at me, to see if he was using the right word. I had never heard him use this word, so I wasn’t sure. I suggested: “You mean 'curious'?” He shook his head, finding his clarity, and closing his eyes again, his hands still on his heart: “No~ COURTEOUS. Courteous with the sun, courteous with the moon and the stars, courteous with the mother earth, courteous with all the animals, courteous with each others.” I sighed deeply, tears coming to my eyes, so moved and nourished by his words. And then he said: “And I pray for our dreams, our true dreams. And for our love. For everyone in the whole world to know love.” He opened his eyes and put his hands in his lap. My little shaman son. I said: “Thank you so much for your prayers, Ezra. They are SO beautiful, so true.”
He handed me the box of matches, and said, sparkling: “Your turn, Mom.” And so, humbled and grateful, I took the matches from him and lit a candle next to his, sharing my heart’s prayers as well. He listened.. Then his sister came in the room and flounced into my lap, curling up as small as she could make herself in my arms, seeming tender and vulnerable, and I kissed her, asking her if she’d like to offer any morning prayers. She said softly: “No thank you, not right now.” Ezra said to her: “That's ok. You can just keep your prayers inside you, Arayla, but they are still real, they are..” She nodded at him, grateful for the understanding. And I thought to myself: Courteous~ is really another word for Gracious Respect. Courteous with the sun, with the moon and the stars, with the earth, with all the animals, and with each other. What an invitation: simple, sacred and profound: to be courteous. And with that intention vibrating in our hearts, we bowed into our day. <3