Every morning first thing when I get out of bed, and every night before I get into bed I take a moment to reflect.
Get on my knees, arms over my head, palms up, cheek pressed to the floor--in the the most submissive position I know. Master calls it Down; it reminds me of the yoga pose balasana--the child's pose.
There, on my knees I think about my day--how I can work toward being the best slave possible, what i want to focus on for the day, and in the evening, what I did well, and what I did not-so-well and how to do better.
Both times though, I say a little mantra to myself. I hesitate to call it prayer because that word has many connotations, and as a person of some faith I understand them. But the medieval Latin root of pray means "to make known, proclaim." That is the kind of prayer I mean here...
I say "I am His slave. I am lucky to have a Master who will work with me, will teach and train me. A Master who gives me chance after chance to prove myself. A Master who thinks I'm beautiful, and a Master who loves me. I am grateful for learning so much about myself, and growing not only as a slave, but as a woman. I dedicate this day to you Master, and will keep you always first in my mind."
I wish I could say that I hold true to that prayer throughout my day, but that isn't the case most days. But knowing that I have that as a framework, as bookends at the beginning and ends of my days helps me to focus, to remember, even in the crazy hectic workday, who and what I am.
I am His. Always.
0 comments:
Post a Comment