From eac349435ac90fa6bccabd23cd3c0b0f5024185b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2021 22:50:05 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/52.md | 4 +++- 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/52.md b/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/52.md index f28a48cb..e265f6c7 100644 --- a/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/52.md +++ b/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/52.md @@ -6,4 +6,6 @@ My parents were pleased, of course. Help was help, and they certainly loved me. In Minnesota, though, there was no farming. No hauling, no driving, no commute beyond the walk from my simple apartment just off campus to the campus itself. I quickly developed a walking habit to at least feel some of that energy expenditure as I had back home. -However, there is a difference of mindset between all the tasks involved in growing soybeans and that of walking. Those chores before may have been mindless at times, but they required an active enough focus so that one didn't mess up whatever it was one was supposed to be doing. It was goal oriented in a way that walking was not, and the undirectedness of action with walking +However, there is a difference of mindset between all the tasks involved in growing soybeans and that of walking. Those chores before may have been mindless at times, but they required an active enough focus so that one didn't mess up whatever it was one was supposed to be doing. It was goal oriented in a way that walking was not, and the undirectedness of action with walking became a form of prayer. + +Well, not prayer, *per se*, but contemplation. It was something more and less than prayer. Sometimes I might begin with prayer, but before long, words would leave me, and I would be left with the sights and sounds, the presence of God