Embodied PrayerMuscle memory propels my morning ritualsand routines. I don’t have to thinkas I sleepily hustle and bustle—letting my dog out, brewing coffee,dispensing pills. The animals’ bodiesmove automatically too.My dog gently thumps her tailin anticipation when she sees the flashof her stainless steel bowl in the sun.The cats tussle and tumble with gustowhen I fuss … Continue reading Embodied Prayer – a poem by Sheila Wellehan