My favorite yoga instructor ends her classes with a little prayer, or request of sorts, for right thoughts, right words, and right actions. For me, this is reminiscent of a priest’s advising his parishioners to “go in peace,” only a step further than the all too familiar words I’ve heard in church since I was young.
It is the 2nd plea, for right words, I often feel I could use a little help with. For, when I am frustrated, words spew from my mouth that are either harsher than I care to admit or simply are delivered with a harsh tone. Neither is good.
So, while seated beside a frozen body of water in the middle of Yosemite, enjoying the of sunshine, I pray for right words…
May my words improve upon the silence.