Prayer - another idea forms

Today I had the idea for another book.
I realized that the glue that keeps holding me together is prayer.
Everyday, for the last hundreds of days, I begin with a prayer.  I begin with an oath of healing.
It holds me by focusing my mind on what I cannot see, feel or touch, but  know to be there.
And it is by reaching into that part of my self as a spiritual being having a physical experience that I lift myself up and connect to something greater than me.
And so for a few minutes I am not of this world but belong to the universe, to the highest good for me, for everyone I care about and love.
The focus of a prayer is what a workshop I am taking beginning this tuesday will be about.
I am interested in learning more about prayer.  The power that prayers have on someone.
The power that they have on me.  I love being prayed on.  In many of my healing sessions, we pray in before I talk, and then we pray when my session is over.
In the first weeks of Bartholemew's passing, I had a prayer practitioner call me each week.  We set up a time and she prayed with me, let me talk a little.  That was like a life line for me.  I depended on those calls.  I was so shakey.  I was the walking wounded, I still am, but it is better in many senses that I have had so many prayers that I love prayer and I pray for people as well.  I pray for everyone that I love, everyone who makes me mad and hurts me, and in that instance, it lessens the sting of the hurt.
I put everything in God's hands.  I put everything in the Goddesses hands, the ancestors hands and then let go.
I love to do mantras, they also focus my mind, they keep me from going off the deep end of hurt, pain and frustration and anger.
I ask for forgiveness in my prayers.  I ask for me and for everyone that I know.
Prayer collaged prayers.