PRAISE YHWH JESUS ALLAH KRISHNA BEYONCE that summer is over.
I adore fall- our home is never more alive and vibrant as it during the fall months. Plus, I am officially in my second trimester, feeling hungry and happy, and I am sure to be writing far more often. It is also my day of birth on Thursday, and I look forward to being even more demanding than usual on that most magical day.
As you may have gathered from the title of this post, I am going to take a hiatus from doing so much writing about spirituality and religion. Lately it feels very “big” to share my thoughts on a subject that is so intimate, tender, private. It could be that pregnancy has that effect on me: everything feels a bit more open, more raw, and I feel a lot less willing to publicize what belongs near my heart.
Also, my mind seems to have shut down entirely in order to let my body do its work. I am unwilling to read, disinterested in theory, annoyed by theology. It seems rather unfeminist to admit to it, but I am totally bovine these days. I care about being comfortable and fed and not much else.
When I have found the energy to think about God or religion, it has mostly been to wonder whether I even have the capacity to be monogamous to any one spiritual tradition. I may indeed become a Catholic in the end (well, at least a “Cafeteria Catholic” as the derogatory saying goes…) but you might still catch me chanting at a Zikr every now and again, or creating a table top altar that seems a little too earthy and witchy. (The photo at the top of this post is of one of several small altars in my home: the painting in the center was done by my grandmother Maria van der Mije y Trujillo- it brings me lots of strength on days when I feel terrified of having a third child. This altar also features a crystal ball from my mother, a handcarved image of Mary and the Christ child, a feather from the swans near my house, and a birds nest we were given two Chrismases ago, when our Southern Baptist neighbors knocked on our door and explained that it was their tradition to find an empty nest and give it to a new family each year.)
I feel like my blog readers should know all of this about me now, while the blog is still quite young. Thank God for my Celtic ancestry, so I can feel good about being such a wanderer. Actually, being of Cuban descent helps, too, because I am comfortable with a little syncretism. But I realize that not every reader will share my view; I am being transparent on these issues from the jump so there is no confusion or disappointment in the long run.
Anyway, Mystery, Holism, Immanence: these are all of deep value to me, along with stewardship of the Earth, and I intend to make room for these values on whatever path I follow. (Papa Francisco’s radical concern for the environment is endlessly impressive to me and a big part of the reason I even considered reverting in the first place.)
Although I probably won’t be doing as much writing about my own personal faith journey during my pregnancy, I do hope to share inspiring words as I come across them. So here is a little gem from the address that the Pope gave to Congress last week:
If politics must truly be at the service of the human person, it follows that it cannot be a slave to the economy and finance. Politics is, instead, an expression of our compelling need to live as one, in order to build as one the greatest common good: that of a community which sacrifices particular interests in order to share, in justice and peace, its goods, its interests, its social life. I do not underestimate the difficulty that this involves, but I encourage you in this effort.
Wait, wasn’t this post supposed to be less holy and more sparkly?
Here’s your sparkle: instead of spending my evenings confusing myself by reading about the tumultuous history of God in this wretched world, I have been spinning on my wheel again and reviving my love affair with wool. Yes, expect to be bored to tears with images of yarn I’ve spun, and whatever other objects of joy and beauty that I may come across during this extremely bovine phase of my life. You may remember item 4 in this post, in which I referred to staying within my happiness bubble? Well, here we are.