Devotional ritual in the Otherfaith may involve light (lit candle, incense embers, reading lamp), libation (tea if hosting, coffee if business, liquor if serious business—probably, I just offer whatever’s already there…and water if there’s nothing else there, which can happen), and language. Other People whose devotional rituals involve none of the aforementioned and any/all of the something else—creative works, social/community work, housework, journaling, daydreaming, what have you—if you count it, it also counts. I personally make the distinction between Expressive Prayer (litany, petition, closing) and Receptive Prayer (meaningful coincidences, altered mindstates) to include the latter in my understanding of what’s prayerful—and Interactive Prayer, for when the first two kinds aren’t as distinct; the third may also be known simply as prayer, as too may all such persnickety descriptors be left to inference by conversational context.
My practice started off with language alone, or specific words at specific times. I’d wondered about how guiding the prayerful language and time with beads—like mala, or rosaries—would add a tactile or kinaesthetic touchpoint to religious practice.
I haven’t managed to organize the existing unimprovised prayers into some unique numbered sequence, though, that could be mapped in beads.
For a spatial-tactile-kinesthetic touchpoint, lately I’ve gotten into labyrinths. While I am currently ambulatory, there is no public park or garden with a full-size labyrinth that I can walk, near where I live. Here’s a picture of a miniature one for finger-tracing, I made from air-dry terracotta clay stocked at the local franchise stationery store:
(I’m also righthanded, though I’ve read advice to trace with the non-dominant hand.)
Initially, I associated this exercise with the Clarene: As though to make it to the center were to make it to my center of personal sovereignty. The winding path may provide the time to settle into the possibility and process, to shed whatever it was from outside the labyrinth that kept one off-center. One-way walled paths are so claeric!
It could probably still work that way. The quality of presence I’ve felt lately, while prayerfully tracing the path, has been laethic.
Whatever that would mean to the matter I’ve been praying about remains a mystery, for now, that I observe and appreciate.