Caught Up and Called Back

A love note to longing and prayer

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I’ve been so inspired lately by friends who wrap their favorite books in brown paper and collage, then bring them to parties as beloved company—shoutout to Devika :). So this past weekend, I cracked open one of my most beloved, dog-eared texts, Eternal Echoes by John O’Donohue, and this passage met me like a balm:

"One of the most tender images is the human person at prayer. When the body gathers itself before the Divine, a stillness deepens. The blaring din of distraction ceases, and the deeper tranquility within the heart envelops the body... For a while, they have become unmoored from the grip of society, work and role. It is as if they've chosen to enter into a secret belonging carried within the soul… A person at prayer also evokes a sense of vulnerability and fragility. Their prayer reminds us that we are mere guests on the earth, pilgrims who always walk on unsteady ground, carrying in earthen vessels multitudes of longing."

This was the reminder I didn’t know I needed.

Because I’ve been caught up.

Caught in the swirls of summer—its blooming, burning, bursting. Caught in the pleasure and ache of being alive right now: this world on fire, deep grief and buoyant joy braided everywhere. Caught in my own rabbit holes of interpersonal shenanigans and emotional highs.

Even after long days of dancing, laughing, frolicking in vibrant colors and melinating under the social sunshine—I come home and feel...unmoored. Even achy with longing. Longing for more music, more connection…more something. Other times, I’m too tired to be with myself, or the Divine, with utmost care.

The sacred is here. Always. In every golden hour and every heartbreak, every silence and smile. But in the whirlwind, I forget.

So I’m writing this as a reminder. For myself—and maybe for you.

To slow down more on purpose.
To return to the altar of my secret belonging.
To make space for stillness—not as absence, but as a sacred reunion.

Let me remember the felt sense of bowing my head in gratitude—at home, in the forest, by the ocean. Let me recall what it’s like to be fully gathered in prayer—in deep slow divine listening. Let me remember that I don’t have to carry it all, solve it all, do it all. I can lay it down. I can be held.

I’m reading Sovereign Love by Dené Logan, who writes about healthy and wounded feminine and masculine energies as they relate to polarity in relationships. There’s so much more to say about her writing, which I hope to reflect on here in the future but this model helps me see when I need prayer most…

As a self-motivated, independent, compassionate, and intuitive human, I spend a good amount of time in my healthy masculine and feminine. But when I slip into my wounded masculine (needing to fix and control, afraid of failure or rejection, avoidant or withdrawn from love) and my wounded feminine (needy, insecure, projecting emotion onto others or anxious attachment), prayer is what brings me back.

Back to humility.
To peace.
To authenticity.
To deeper connection.

In a world that never stops spinning, prayer is a warm hand on my back, reminding me that I can still be still. That I, too, am an earthen vessel of longing. That beneath the noise, there’s always a deeper be-longing waiting.

So this is a love note to that place.
To the quiet…remembering…in prayer.

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