One of the most moving things I've ever seen was a grandma praying the rosary at a birth. In a way that I didn't yet understand, I knew I was in the presence of a sacred devotion.
I didn't have any idea that I would one day become a daily devotee of the rosary myself, that I would pray it silently at birth, beads slipping through my hands, weaving a web of love and protection.
My children know that after breakfast is done is mama's time for prayer. I sometimes pray in the evening too if I need to quiet my mind. Often a little person will stand behind me quietly waiting for a gap between the prayers, to ask a question, to ask for assistance. In this sense the rosary is a mother's spiritual practice - it is easily paused, set down, transported.
The rosary teaches us that joy, sorrow and glory go round in a circle, that we are held within this cycle always. It reminds us we are never alone. Marianne Williamson talks about God in her book "Return To Love", saying that when we are young we hate the idea of a higher power being in control, and as we mature we are relieved to find that it is so.
I will often send a quick prayer, a "Memorare", on request. I am in daily habit of handing things over and on dark days and light days the repetition and the habit are soothing to me.
I highly recommend the book "The Way Of The Rose" if you want to learn more about this ancient form of Goddess devotion.
May loving thoughts prevail always.
Love Jenny xxx
