MonkeyPants

The GodSquad.

I belong to a group of women who pray for people.

That’s not right. We pray or meditate or positive-vibe, depending on our own faiths or creeds. Many of us are atheist. Doesn’t matter. We still do what we do.

Almost none of us ‘know’ each other. Wouldn’t know if we passed one another on the street. But we still do this, every weekend.

The one thing we have in common is that we post on the off-topic boards of a wedding website. Most of the others are married, but I liked the level of good grammar on the site, as well as the kindness I saw, so I read and I stayed.

One of us is a physics prof. One’s a typing teacher. One lives in the United Arab Emirates, taking three-hour shopping lunches and living inside a walled compound. One owns a dress shop in Wales. There are others, but I can’t think, off the top of my head, what they do or where they are.

The schtick is always the same. The woman who sends the email posts on Tuesday or Wednesday, asking for submissions for vibes or prayers. People email because of job interviews and cancer. Dead dogs, grandpas, or mental health issues. Anything goes. Then the woman who asks for submissions mails The GodSquad (that’s us) on Friday.

There are no rules, just that we do our thing for these people as we go through the weekend.

I don’t know if what we do makes a difference to the people we think about as we go through the weekend. But it makes a difference to us. Because we’re holding a part of the world in our hearts.