Thinking of something to do at work

So my friend Lauren inspired me to start a blog. Mostly because hers was cool and titled after one of my favorite Joni Mitchell songs. But also because I have a job that does not require much time or effort towards any task. I have a lot of time on my hands throughout the day. I realize that this a luxury I will probably not have once MIT hires me permanently, but I thought, what they hay! Might as well get some journaling in or something like it.

It's funny because I actually have kept a journal for most of my life. I have at least a whole shelf full of journals I have used and abused over the years. The weird thing is that I stopped writing about two years ago. I do not know if this is because I'm happier than I ever have been in my life, which is partially true, or if I'm just not feeling the creative urge. I am one of those people who believes that a lot of great art and creativity comes out of suffering. Depression often requires self-expression. So maybe I'm just a little more stable these days. I can fondly remember writing cathartic entries where my hand could hardly keep up with the intense passion of my thoughts. Usually these entries were extremely angry or sad. I have to say, that other than the feelings I experienced during my break-up, I don't reach those extremes very often anymore. I feel a pretty solid connection to God, to myself, to this ever-growing truth inside me that nothing is worth worrying about, and that all is in divine order. All IS in Divine Order. I truly believe that.

My church has helped me to bolster this connection to the divine every week. It's a great place to lay your burdens down and reconnect with what is true, pure, and beautiful. I often leave church with a sense that love is all around me, running through me in a powerful way. It's a time when I re-learn how to surrender to that amazing power. Love.

So I had no idea I would go so spiritual on my first blog. Maybe I just wanted to talk about it. I don't talk about it very much outside of church and in talking with my parents, who are both spiritual seekers. But I will write one more thing because I think it's so powerful it deserves to be typed. This is a prayer we say at the end of every service. It's called the Prayer of Protection and it is near and dear to my heart.

The Light of God surrounds me.
The Love of God enfolds me.
The Power of God protects me.
And The Presence of God watches over me.
Wherever I am, God is.
And all is well.