Long ago I used to spend a week at a Catholic Convent School near the Mississippi. It was a women's retreat where the sisters took good care of us and we stayed in the dormitory rooms the girls lived in during the rest of the year.
It was where I learned centering prayer, the beginning of my meditation in earnest and it was a time of fellowship with like minds where we tossed about ideas with complete abandon. There were no taboos. God is strong enough to stand against questions and differing definitions. I wasn't even Catholic. I've never been Catholic and yet I embrace many of their rites and prayers.
In the evening, just after dinner, we would gather in a large circle out on the lawn and one of the sisters brought her guitar out. The songs we sang were simple, sweet and heartfelt. It was a fitting way to put the day to rest.
One that I still sing in the shower, or sometimes in the car is: "Ask and it shall be given unto you, Seek and you shall find." Of course it was a hymn, but it has carried over into my entire life.
People cannot be expected to know what I need or want. It is up to me to tell them and if I do I am much more likely to receive, or find what it is that I truly need.
Sometimes the giving is quite unexpected and miraculous.
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