Lord, God, Shiva, Yaweh, whomever is in the office today-
Hustle my shizzle and deliver me to where it's best. K?
Bring me to where I am of the most use.
Yes'm Jesus, life, cosmic intelligence, Milky Way Magic Unicorn energy,
take the wheel.
Steer me, on purpose, and ask me -
ask me what I want.
Say, 'what are 3 things you ask of me, Erica'
Go on. Do it. Please.
I want
you to let me:
LOVE
I want
You to let me
SERVE
I want
You to let me
REMEMBER...
Let me LOVE -
I want to be specific and thoughtful with my love, God. Real, true, sincere, inconvenient-at-times love for myself and my brothers and my sisters.
Pure love. I ask that my love be pure. I want my love to be so pure and unadulterated that I have an easy, maybe even joyful, time letting things and people, go. I want the way I love to be easily recognizable - a landmark for people. A place they can call home.
God, I want to want love. I want to want love so bad that I can convincingly act like I need it. Because I do. I want to be loved, and I know I'm powerful and I don't want to hurt anybody. Okay?
God, I basically want to marry Pure Love. I want to fuck Pure Love. I want Pure Love to fuck me, back.
And I want to come.
more than once.
every day.
Let me SERVE -
Allah, Almighty, Sister...
Just let me serve the people. I want to do that thing YOU do, where I can be of service without feeling as though my well is running dry. How do I do that?
And I want to keep rubbing oils on all the people, God. I want to remind them, with my hands, that there is such a thing as good touching. Appropriate touching. That it is not taboo. That we all need it.
Unicorn Spirit, I ask that you let me serve with
strong boundaries,
a firm spine,
a discerning heart.
I have a hunch, that over-generosity is a reflection of lack of self-worth. I ask that you show me whether or not there is truth in that.
Let Me REMEMBER -
Sparkly Absolute Being, Your Holiness, Bro...
I ask you to let me remember. Remembering is very different than not forgetting. Remembering is a verb. I want to verb the crap out of that bitch.
When I feel hungry, I want to remember all the times I have been fed.
When I feel abandoned, I want to remember all the times I have not, in fact, been abandoned.
When I feel really, really lost, let me remember that time my friend saw me in a crowded place and said, "Thank God I found you." Yeah, don't forget to let me remember that one, God.
3 Things I Ask of You, God, Now that I'm 30 -
Let me Love.
Let me Serve.
Let me Remember.
Amen. Om shanti. Shalom. Thanks. Bye Felicia!
