Over the years, I have heard stories of souls with ‘unfinished business’ in just about every culture I’ve encountered. I have often wondered–is it us humans who are haunted by their absence–or do restless souls truly reside amongst us?
Why do I bring my hands together to pray? My childhood self used to wonder. Why clasp them in front of my chest? Honestly, the true reason(s) continue to evade me. Maybe to be humble. Maybe something else. I am satisfied with one possibility, though – that we bring our hands to our center. That that action helps us re-orient, re-align, and can remind us of what we are.