Pray
Thursday. I didn’t mind the train ride, but I wasn't looking forward to it either. I sat down, lost in my thoughts, not really paying attention to my surroundings. I looked to my right, and a word scrawled in block letters on the pole came into focus, blue marker on stainless steel: PRAY.
Good idea. Immediately, I felt more present. I became aware of myself as a passenger in the subway car, and I observed myself as a participant in my own life. I began to pray.
I prayed for the ability to remain present in my life. I prayed for my fellow passengers. I prayed for those I love, and for those I resent. I prayed for those I look up to, and those I look down upon. I prayed in gratitude for that moment.
I silently thanked my benefactor, the benevolent vandal who reminded me to pray. I was reminded that inspiration comes in all hues and guises; God has many messengers.
I was also reminded that there is no wrong time to be spiritual, to connect with God, to raise ourselves to a higher spiritual plane. It doesn't have to be at a set time or place. It can even be in an ordinary place, on an ordinary day.
Pray.