Peta Edmonds

Prayer blog: The Heart of the Homeless

19 August 2016 EH

The homeless are under the bridges we walk over. They sleep in 24-hour bank foyers to get out of the rain while I get my money out. They are the ghosts of the dawn, carelessly placed like newspapers thrown on front lawns.

Prayer blog: Blessed by the mess of the princess

7 July 2016

The angel of healing has come into my life in different ways. For me, looking up to different figures has been a help for me. There is one figure that stands out. She stands out with a halo of light because she, the Princess, always liked hats and they went well with her golden hair.

Prayer blog: Steps in prayer

8 May 2016

Lately I pray from my Grandmother’s morning and evening prayer book. One of the lines from my favourite prayer is for a quiet mind and a clean heart. I kneel on a little green elephant cushion (elephants were my Grandma’s favourite animal) with a posture of a straight back and a bowed head, a bit like the posture you adopt in the writing process. First I pray from the heart and then I read a prayer from the book.

Cups of tea with the Queen of Heaven

27 January 2016 EH

The Sisters of Mercy first came into my life on the eve of the millennium. They were plain-clothed nuns.

Prayer blog: Cups of Tea with the Queen of Heaven

22 October 2015

The Sisters of Mercy first came into my life on the eve of the millenium. They were plain clothed nuns.

Prayer blog: The healing touch

5 February 2015

In my prayer today I light a candle and take off my sandles, and the floor of the church feels cold in my socks, like a fishpond. It’s my first day without cigarettes, without sugar and chocolate, without drugs and the world feels like a Persian rug pulled from under my feet. I’m not afraid to admit my powerlessness. I am powerless and afraid. Still it is only through prayer I can admit this, the first steps of a baby.

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