So I finally started reading Patti Smith’s memoir, Just Kids.
Early in the book, she writes about her life with her family in New Jersey and Philadelphia. She recounts her mother teaching her prayers, her daily prayers before bed.
Most interesting here, however, is that as she grows older she learns to understand prayer a bit differently. She says she never understood prayer until she understood and accepted silence.
A lovely idea, that anything sublime about life is beyond words, and is felt but not known.
I remember reading something else Patti Smith wrote or said, something to the effect that the irreverent often know more about religion and spirituality; in challenging the boundaries, you know more about what the hold and what to value.