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Orna Ross 📚's avatar

I have become a creativist. Raised in the same Hiberno-Roman culture as you, Padraig, complete with a convent boarding school education, I was raised to believe in an omnipotent, patriarchal creator but where I once held God, I now hold the creative process itself.

It came to me as I sat at my desk one day, when I realised that the same process that makes a poem also made our planet, and everything within and without. This spirit, and the practices for body mind and soul that align me with its process, are what guide my days now.

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What changes have occurred in your feelings about religion as you’ve gone through your own decades and experiences?

To answer this question would take telling

the story of my whole life.

And it has been an unexpected surprise!

God IS the only language of my life.

(Even when I am not always aware.)

Religion on the other hand does not

speak the same language.

In a conversation with my niece just last week, she stated,

“…and that’s why I don’t believe in organized religion.”

Resembling that remark, I later asked her,

“So what DO you believe/do for spiritual nourishment?”

She said, “I live my life.”

I’m not sure if she knows how richly profound

that statement really was/is.

I’m still examining it, but I believe it is right on.

A couple of quotes that I’ve saved over the years:

“The glory of God is a human being fully alive.”

(Saint Irenaeus)

“Our job is to play our holy part.

To come alive, flaring into bright life.

And then to connect with the others.”

(Casper ter Kuile)

Being alive.

Delighting in the splendors of this creation.

Holding tenderly the sorrows,

both our own and of others.

This is the religion that I have discovered

hiding in plain sight.

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