Sunday Night
Mar. 20th, 2005 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosThe paper is done and gone.
Yea!
It's the least effective paper I've written since starting seminary, but I feel like I learned a lot writing it, so the exercise wasn't a total loss.
Had fun at the pottery paint shop with my daughter this afternoon.
And remember my musings about service recently?
An ex-boyfriend, with whom I have recently come back into amiable contact, emailed me this afternoon requesting my support through shamanic prayer for his dog, who was diagnosed with some sort of condition that was inhibiting red blood cell production, and that he had been given a 50-50 chance at survival.
This friend is a Pagan priest-shaman, but was so caught up in fear for his beloved companion he could not muster the concentration to perform a ritual.
I've never prayed for a pet before.
I've never done formal shamanic prayer before - although I have been learning about it.
But I figured this was an explicit call for me to exercise my spiritual vocation in response to need, so I had no business claiming that this "wasn't my style" or that I "didn't know what I was doing."
So I mixed my intuition with what little I know, set up an altar, lit a candle and some sage, and started shaking my rattle.
I am happy to report that the afflicted dog is once again making red blood cells on his own.
I hasten to add that I am not the only one who was praying for him, and he is not out of the woods yet.
But it feels good to think that perhaps I contributed.
If nothing else, it feels good to know that someone trusted me and believed in me enough to ask, and I was able to say "yes" to him.
I don't always say "yes" to people.
Yea!
It's the least effective paper I've written since starting seminary, but I feel like I learned a lot writing it, so the exercise wasn't a total loss.
Had fun at the pottery paint shop with my daughter this afternoon.
And remember my musings about service recently?
An ex-boyfriend, with whom I have recently come back into amiable contact, emailed me this afternoon requesting my support through shamanic prayer for his dog, who was diagnosed with some sort of condition that was inhibiting red blood cell production, and that he had been given a 50-50 chance at survival.
This friend is a Pagan priest-shaman, but was so caught up in fear for his beloved companion he could not muster the concentration to perform a ritual.
I've never prayed for a pet before.
I've never done formal shamanic prayer before - although I have been learning about it.
But I figured this was an explicit call for me to exercise my spiritual vocation in response to need, so I had no business claiming that this "wasn't my style" or that I "didn't know what I was doing."
So I mixed my intuition with what little I know, set up an altar, lit a candle and some sage, and started shaking my rattle.
I am happy to report that the afflicted dog is once again making red blood cells on his own.
I hasten to add that I am not the only one who was praying for him, and he is not out of the woods yet.
But it feels good to think that perhaps I contributed.
If nothing else, it feels good to know that someone trusted me and believed in me enough to ask, and I was able to say "yes" to him.
I don't always say "yes" to people.
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Date: 2005-03-21 02:57 pm (UTC)Hmmmm...I detect a previously unknown biographical snippet. I shall insist on more gossip at the appropriate time. ;-)
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