As a devoutly atheistic person, I tend to treat questions of spirituality as code for queries on religion.
I realize they are not the same. If asked if I were religious, I would say that God has a great deal to answer for. Am I spiritual, perhaps just the fact that I reference God suggests my ambivalence.
You are religious, aka one who takes all matters at faith value, but maybe you don’t connect closely with the greater universe.
You don’t follow the Bible or the Quaran or some other text from the annals of religious time, but you are literally in sync with the moon and the stars. Pagan and spiritual.
Spirituality has its limits if you are seeing ghosts, naive about good and evil, or indulging in reverential fantasies
Believe or doubt. You can still have a sense of kindness and respect for the forces of man and nature.
Passion, for instance, like a love for Tide detergent vs. Percil is relative.
I’m thinking “no” because that relativity dilutes passion into just a liking. It cools it.
I take many things seriously enough to be passionate in my thinking. That extends from food to politics with stops along the way to consider climate issues and civic discord.
Taking the day’s question in its best light, I have to admit to a passion for my friends and their friendship.
I am certainly passionate about the love of my life. After over 30 years together, I am still mad about him.
Nuts are the not so secret ingredient that meets my chocolate fantasies. Small pieces of nuts as in the Baci from Perugina are the epitome of sweet deliciousness. It’s the crunch that takes goodness to greatness.
Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?
Pickleballers in Carl Schurz Park. Times change.
My memory is spotty, but I remember loving a biography of Mickey Mantle taken from the school library in 4th, 5th, or 6th grade.
In retrospect, I realize it should have been placed in the congratulatory fiction category, but it was inspiring. To this day, I can’t shake my true admiration for number 7.
My love for sports themed storytelling has also stayed with me. I’ve just repositioned it onto film.
I climb to the very top of my step ladder these days. It’s an exercise in balance and a way of overcoming the fear of heights.
Well, yes, a shortcut to fighting the fear. The step ladder is not all that high. I attain the second step with some difficulty. I rummage at the top of my cabinets. When I descend, I am happy for my accomplishment.