So here I am squirming at the intersection of the blank page and repeatedly interrupting myself. I'm leaning toward scrapping the whole idea and not sending out a prayer this morning, but with a mind this disorderly I need to pull together and start the day not with giving up but with moving through. So why do I, we, interrupt ourselves? Why is looking up something NOW more important than finishing a thought I'm meandering through? I can tell you, taking a break to check email or google something really really important didn't help me a bit. I have only a great example of being stuck to offer you today.
Baruch ata adonai...may I be tender with myself. I know this is how mindfulness works: watching the interruptions. Is this who I am today? Number One interrupter of my life? May I be tender, and gentle, and forgiving even as I push send on this tangle of thoughts. And yes, I will agree to sit quietly a few minutes and not interrupt those few minutes....OK. Amen