Exploring spirituality is such an intimate act and I find myself frustrated lately as I reflect on my childhood spent in Christianity. I feel defensive because folks see it as a complete left turn when I wish I had lived with faith long enough that they thought the behaviors of the last ten years were a left turn. But I get both sides.
Jen, you are a nerd. Jen, you are a hustler. What are you doing exploring religion? That’s not a thing in your life, is it? Perhaps I have worn my cards too close to my heart and don’t want to risk being judged. If I talk of God I become one of those crazy people at those awful meetings. This is a safety mechanism and I act tough to be tough to survive. Folks don’t cry in cowboy country. Nothing is wrong. Avoidance coping has its benefits.
It’s hard to try to be nice all the time, to try to live by morals and codes that might not resonate with the larger universe. Do we always speak the truth even with the knowledge the truth will seriously hurt someone? I choose to do no harm. I enjoy being the interpreter of moral code but see the danger in this as my compass lost its true north in the past, sometimes in the present. We all disconnect sometimes.
I have stories upon stories of the stuff I’ve done in the past, things that surprise even me and some of these things I speak of with a flat affect, no emotion, too much to engage. But that’s it. They are just stories. Stories that have been told for ages. Parables of life. Sermons of the heart. Songs of sorrow. We all share the same underlying passions and fears.
Each human heart a music box of life that plays a special tune. Listen to the notes, hear them altogether and don’t get stuck on the b flat and don’t think your c sharp is somehow wrong. Sing your song, sing your life, live in a way that you stop worrying about what other folks think. This is your song. Maybe only God can judge you, and maybe there is nothing to judge.
Do you know who I am?
I say “namaste” because I like what it means, not because I am Hindu.
A lot of people here think I am Christian because they think I talk about Christian values, but the truth is I am really talking about human values.
I’ve been asked if I am a Buddhist, just because I have discovered inner peace.
A lot of my friends are Pagans, and they think I am one, too, because I say that being in Nature is my idea of going to church.
Do you want to know what I really am?
I am awake.