I have a stack of wonderful books on my bedside table: An Altar in the World
by Barbara Brown Taylor; The Yamas & Niyamas, Exploring Yoga’s Ethical Practice
by Deborah Adele; and Torah Yoga
by Diane Bloomfield. And I have read part way through all of them. But what have I actually finished reading lately? Last week I had my nose in a cozy mystery, a story about a smart and sassy middle-aged detective, and a victim genteelly poisoned amid descriptions of nostalgic small town life: literary comfort food. Meanwhile, the books of wisdom on my bedside table gathered dust, unopened, and unfinished.
Unfortunately, my prayer life is often like my reading habits. I stick with the familiar and comfortable and then get frustrated with my own stagnant spirituality. Over the weekend my darling Aunt G sent me a beautiful quotation attributed to the Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel, that pushed me out of my recent prayer complacency. (more…)