many of you, I am trying hard to make
it in this life. As a single mother, I
am challenged to find adequate day care
and receive consistent child support payments;
as a black woman I sometimes struggle
to accept the me in the mirror; as an
employee I often feel underappreciated
and know that I am under-compensated.
(Fortunately, I'm not struggling
with my man, there is sanctuary in that
space.) But ya'll, I'm tired.
not the kind of tired that a long night
of neither rest nor a hot bath in oils
will remedy. Now, don't get me
wrong, a bath and those eight hours can
do wonders, but on an everyday basis,
I know I need a little more.
do find some relief in being able to connect
with you though. We
party, dine, and take advantage of happy
hour excursions together; we build on
global politics, popular culture, and
the state of our community. We
educate, advocate, and inform one another.
our "me time" many of us read, watch movies,
surf the internet, write, draw, etc. We
worry too, about the genocides taking
place all over the world; fear the changes
coming our way in the US as a result of
the Iraq War. As twenty- and thirty-something's,
many of us are studying for the bar exam,
medical school, getting licensed to teach,
become social workers and all of that.
But ya'll, I'm tired, and I know
that some of you are too.
a tiredness that centuries of struggle,
exploitation, greed, and oppression have
caused to permeate the cultural and spiritual
fabric of our society and there's only
one thing that can ultimately release
it. On soul-weary days,
like my foremothers I hum, I weep, and
I pray. In a heartbeat I'll put
on a WOW Gospel compilation CD; I'll recite
a healing prayer; in a moment I'll drop
to my knees and appeal to the Universe
to just "Fix Me."
yet, sometimes I want to talk with you,
beyond that, I want to make sure that
in the midst of our conversation is the
Creator, by whatever name or identifier
you give it/him/her. I long to
pray with you, to enter that space where
when more than two are gathered there
is peace, assuredness, and possibility.
I'm missing a space where I can
come to you and know that you won't mind
if I say grace before eating or offer
a prayer before a meeting. I need
a moment of silence and reflection with
you about the beauty of the world, the
joys of love, the fulfillment found in
believe that life can be lived as prayer
when we remember that "service is prayer;
prayer is worship; worship is love; love
is action; action is work; and that work
is service." 
How about it ya'll? Amongst all
the things we do, can we pray together?
Can we invoke the Universe to respond
to our collective plea for happiness,
healing, joy, sustenance, peace, unity,
prosperity, and whatever else our souls
desire? I hope so. The next
time we meet, let's bow our heads.