Hedonic spirituality
I've engaged in so much spiritual practice (meditation, yoga) in the past, in the pursuit of that exquisite sense of enlightment, for personal enjoyment.
Lately I've been praying (to what, I'm not sure), and it helps me be more compassionate, more loving, more patient, and kinder.
I pray for my loved ones to be well, for me to have help with things I'm struggling with, and for the world at large.
I'm trying to work in gratitude, and I'm still exploring what spirituality means to me.
Last night there was a moment where I just wanted to stimulate that part of my brain where my sense of spiritual connection seems to come from. (by focusing on it)
And I realized how misguided this was. It's nice, I like the way it feels when I'm overcome with a sense of connection.
But I'm not praying every night for pleasure. That feeling comes when I sit with something that feels profoundly true and meaningful, like my belief that I am literally the environment (and so is everyone else)
P.S. An old post reminded me of my practice of humbling myself to start my prayers. I haven't been doing that one recently, and I just wanted to document it so I can look back on later.