I started a "This is what I've learned in six months" post that turned into "The things I couldn't possibly have lived without" type of post which then turned into drooling over the Moby wrap and Cetaphil cream and then I got REALLY BORED. And I can only imagine what that kind of post would do to you, my beloved readers. I mean, Cetaphil cream? Really?
(BEST THING EVER.)
So. Now I am sitting here twiddling my thumbs (or the typing version of it, at least) and listening to my inlaws try and figure out why the baby is fussing downstairs. Can you detect my detachment? My disinterest? My willingness to let someone else decipher the fussing? No? BECAUSE IT IS NOT THERE.
I am just going to tell you what I am thinking about. It is: The Rosary.
Not really. Well, sort of. I had this post brewing for later, in which I tell you all the things I find annoying* about Catholicism, the biggest fattest one being READING PRAYERS ALOUD. IN UNISON. IN MONOTONE. Ugh, I am shuddering just thinking about it.**
I just finished a series of discussions in a small group where we had read to everything aloud. Every. Thing. I thought I would die. It just goes soooo sloooow. And I read ahead. And I miss where I am supposed to pick up. And when you are reading prayers aloud, and in unison, it often feels like the meaning and feeling behind the words got left out somewhere around line two.
But today someone was talking to me about anxiety and how I should write things down, as an anchor. So when my brain goes off on what I call Broken Record Disorder, where I get completely fixated on one little thing no matter how untrue or ridiculous it is, I can refer to a piece of paper and bring myself back to my senses. So I am listening to this and trying to apply it, but all I can think about is: THAT'S why we pray like that. DUH! A foundation! Something to refer to! So yeah, while I much prefer my prayer to have a non-denominational flavor to it, I confess my mind often flutters off to, "Did Landry's dad seriously set that car on fire? What are the Friday Night Lights writers smoking?" and "how much pain will I be in if I buy those three inch heels recommended by my sadistic friend Maureen?" If I am reading a prayer aloud, my mind isn't going anywhere. Well, maybe it goes into, "Gee, I hate reading prayers out loud", but that's not that far away from what I should be thinking about.
It all made so much sense!
And so I am wondering about the Rosary***. Its potential as an anchor. Thoughts? Anyone?
*"annoying" does not mean "wrong" or "not useful" or "people should do this differently". In this context it means, "Your trusty blogger friend would rather be watching television."
**If you love reading your prayers out loud, MORE POWER TO YOU. I like reading and I like out loud, just not at the same time. Let's agree to disagree.
***I am not lumping the Rosary into "annoying". Although it certainly was the summer I took a bus ride to Paris with a ten-year-old who recited her Hail Marys over the loudspeaker so we could all pray along. Just that it is a Catholic prayer, that is rote, but in a good anchoring way, which is possibly the point, and I am considering it. As something I do more than once every five or six years.