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I don't want this post to get too long, so I won't go into too much history if I can help it, but to make a medium-length story short, I very recently re-discovered (or maybe just re-embraced) my spirituality. Prior to this, I guess I sort of denied my soul. I met my husband during a very...existential phase in my life. He was the real existentialist and I think I clung to those concepts in order to relate to him. I was in a very emotionally abusive relationship before I met him and he is an awesome, kind, gentle, loving man who I wanted very badly to impress. Ha. I admired his depth and while I knew that he was an atheist, I guess I never really understood what that really meant. I considered myself agnostic at the time anyway, and he was (and still is) a very moral man.
It wasn't until recently, though, that I came to accept my "non-agnosticism" and recognized that I do believe in God. I consider myself a panentheist - I see and know and feel God as Ultimate Truth (sorry, I've been reading a lot of Gandhi lately) - a force of life and light and goodness that permeates everything. I don't subscribe to a "religion," but I know God in my soul, my very being. I see God in Nature, in evolution, in the world, in my relationships, in my baby son's eyes (that's actually what brought me to this realization, I'll add)...in everything I know and don't know. I don't think we can fully know God, and I believe there are many ways of understanding the world/God/the Universe. I even believe, as Gandhi puts it, that the atheist's search for truth is a search in pursuit of the same truth sought by those who believe in God. Truth is Truth. We may understand or perceive or explain it differently, but it just IS. At the same time, I think we can know God personally (again, in very individual ways; religion works for some, but not for all).
Anyway, the point of all this is that I have been, for lack of a better word, censoring myself for years now. I am tired of pussyfooting around the word "soul" and I keep hearing in my head, the line from Joni Mitchell's Woodstock "gotta get back to the land; set my soul free." I don't, at all, think my husband has been holding my soul hostage (logically, how could he - he doesn't believe it even exists), I know it is me. And I want to express my soul - that is the Love that exists within me and that is a part of the Universe - now that I've "found" it (knowing it never really left). I went to a UU church and thought it was a good place, but I felt like so much was off limits there. Still, I think I will make it my community because it's the only sort of church I can imagine my husband would allow our son to go to (with me, anyway). I want my son to learn that there are many ways of believing and I want to be able to share my joy with him.
I can't say "soul"...it feels alienating (to my husband, I mean). I tell myself I don't need to say anything outloud. That words and the beliefs they aim to represent aren't as important as my actions and expressions of values. I've been making an effort to express my soul through loving words and actions. I want my husband, who I love so much, to "see" my soul as I see and feel his. I don't see this sort of "essentialism" as limiting, the way I might've in my Sartre days. Instead, I feel that my soul allows for my greatest passions, my deepest joys and sorrows, and, most significantly in this conversation, my most profound connections to others. It's possibility, through and through.
I don't know what I'm looking for here exactly. Prayers for peace? Prayers that my husband might come to know this Love in his own way and his own time? Prayers for my son, that he might know the Love I have for him and how he has changed my life. I can't talk about these things here (as in, my living room), because my husband, who is usually very warm, shuts down completely. He reads a lot of materialist philosophy that I consider to be patronizingly tolerant (it literally terms theism as "childish" and "hocus pocus") and I mentioned once that Gandhi considered tolerance to be condescending and he instead urged love and respect and my husband just said "I suppose" and walked away.
We just can't have conversations about this. He'll turn cold, I'll cry, and I'll hurt even more than I do now.
I wouldn't feel nearly as compelled as I do about all of this if my husband were happy with where he is. Like I said, I am fine with the atheism (as long as it isn't condescending). My husband seeks meaning in his life, and I believe he can find that without calling it "God" - it's all just words, really. But he isn't happy. He looks for answers in books and tries to find moral clarity, goodness, and so forth in them, but I have never once witnessed him express anything like joy, sorrow, hope, or excitement. It's like he is denying the "part" of him that experiences things "fully." That sentence doesn't quite say what I want it to, but I hope it comes across. I don't want my husband to feel burdened by the walls he puts up (I believe it all has something to do with his parents, but he doesn't talk about them, either), and I *really* don't want my son to wall himself up, either.
All I can do is live my life, and express my Love. I can't define God or Goodness for my son (or my husband!), that's something they need to do/find/learn on their own. I can help my son to be emotionally open, spiritually receptive, and to feel unconditionally loved. That is what I am doing, everyday.
But still...I seek Peace. Perhaps you can share a story with me about how you've found peace under similar circumstances or maybe just say a prayer for me, include my family in your thoughts, send some positive energy our way, etc.
I almost cried this morning. I don't for a second believe that the Truth I know - a good, loving God - would want me to doubt my marriage. This is a place and a home of love. I've found myself going through my Facebook friends' Info pages, admiring (envying?) the fact that they can list "Religious beliefs" on theirs (not that I have a religion, I just wish I felt comfortable doing that). I found a church in my town that claims to incorporate ideas about God from many paths, and I would love to check it out. I won't though. I know my husband is seeking something, but I don't want to push him away, or put him on the defensive. He is very logical, and he sees science (which, to be honest, he is only superficially versed in) as fully incompatible with a belief in God, whereas I consider them to be highly reconcilable (and I have some training in science as well as in the sociology of it).
My "gospel" is not the one of indoctrination, hellfire, or judgment, or anything else he associates with most religions. It's only about loving each other and embracing the love within and around us. If I had to give it a name, it would be Namaste.
This has gotten far too long. I know this will be a very long journey. Please think of me.
I don't want this post to get too long, so I won't go into too much history if I can help it, but to make a medium-length story short, I very recently re-discovered (or maybe just re-embraced) my spirituality. Prior to this, I guess I sort of denied my soul. I met my husband during a very...existential phase in my life. He was the real existentialist and I think I clung to those concepts in order to relate to him. I was in a very emotionally abusive relationship before I met him and he is an awesome, kind, gentle, loving man who I wanted very badly to impress. Ha. I admired his depth and while I knew that he was an atheist, I guess I never really understood what that really meant. I considered myself agnostic at the time anyway, and he was (and still is) a very moral man.
It wasn't until recently, though, that I came to accept my "non-agnosticism" and recognized that I do believe in God. I consider myself a panentheist - I see and know and feel God as Ultimate Truth (sorry, I've been reading a lot of Gandhi lately) - a force of life and light and goodness that permeates everything. I don't subscribe to a "religion," but I know God in my soul, my very being. I see God in Nature, in evolution, in the world, in my relationships, in my baby son's eyes (that's actually what brought me to this realization, I'll add)...in everything I know and don't know. I don't think we can fully know God, and I believe there are many ways of understanding the world/God/the Universe. I even believe, as Gandhi puts it, that the atheist's search for truth is a search in pursuit of the same truth sought by those who believe in God. Truth is Truth. We may understand or perceive or explain it differently, but it just IS. At the same time, I think we can know God personally (again, in very individual ways; religion works for some, but not for all).
Anyway, the point of all this is that I have been, for lack of a better word, censoring myself for years now. I am tired of pussyfooting around the word "soul" and I keep hearing in my head, the line from Joni Mitchell's Woodstock "gotta get back to the land; set my soul free." I don't, at all, think my husband has been holding my soul hostage (logically, how could he - he doesn't believe it even exists), I know it is me. And I want to express my soul - that is the Love that exists within me and that is a part of the Universe - now that I've "found" it (knowing it never really left). I went to a UU church and thought it was a good place, but I felt like so much was off limits there. Still, I think I will make it my community because it's the only sort of church I can imagine my husband would allow our son to go to (with me, anyway). I want my son to learn that there are many ways of believing and I want to be able to share my joy with him.
I can't say "soul"...it feels alienating (to my husband, I mean). I tell myself I don't need to say anything outloud. That words and the beliefs they aim to represent aren't as important as my actions and expressions of values. I've been making an effort to express my soul through loving words and actions. I want my husband, who I love so much, to "see" my soul as I see and feel his. I don't see this sort of "essentialism" as limiting, the way I might've in my Sartre days. Instead, I feel that my soul allows for my greatest passions, my deepest joys and sorrows, and, most significantly in this conversation, my most profound connections to others. It's possibility, through and through.
I don't know what I'm looking for here exactly. Prayers for peace? Prayers that my husband might come to know this Love in his own way and his own time? Prayers for my son, that he might know the Love I have for him and how he has changed my life. I can't talk about these things here (as in, my living room), because my husband, who is usually very warm, shuts down completely. He reads a lot of materialist philosophy that I consider to be patronizingly tolerant (it literally terms theism as "childish" and "hocus pocus") and I mentioned once that Gandhi considered tolerance to be condescending and he instead urged love and respect and my husband just said "I suppose" and walked away.
We just can't have conversations about this. He'll turn cold, I'll cry, and I'll hurt even more than I do now.
I wouldn't feel nearly as compelled as I do about all of this if my husband were happy with where he is. Like I said, I am fine with the atheism (as long as it isn't condescending). My husband seeks meaning in his life, and I believe he can find that without calling it "God" - it's all just words, really. But he isn't happy. He looks for answers in books and tries to find moral clarity, goodness, and so forth in them, but I have never once witnessed him express anything like joy, sorrow, hope, or excitement. It's like he is denying the "part" of him that experiences things "fully." That sentence doesn't quite say what I want it to, but I hope it comes across. I don't want my husband to feel burdened by the walls he puts up (I believe it all has something to do with his parents, but he doesn't talk about them, either), and I *really* don't want my son to wall himself up, either.
All I can do is live my life, and express my Love. I can't define God or Goodness for my son (or my husband!), that's something they need to do/find/learn on their own. I can help my son to be emotionally open, spiritually receptive, and to feel unconditionally loved. That is what I am doing, everyday.
But still...I seek Peace. Perhaps you can share a story with me about how you've found peace under similar circumstances or maybe just say a prayer for me, include my family in your thoughts, send some positive energy our way, etc.
I almost cried this morning. I don't for a second believe that the Truth I know - a good, loving God - would want me to doubt my marriage. This is a place and a home of love. I've found myself going through my Facebook friends' Info pages, admiring (envying?) the fact that they can list "Religious beliefs" on theirs (not that I have a religion, I just wish I felt comfortable doing that). I found a church in my town that claims to incorporate ideas about God from many paths, and I would love to check it out. I won't though. I know my husband is seeking something, but I don't want to push him away, or put him on the defensive. He is very logical, and he sees science (which, to be honest, he is only superficially versed in) as fully incompatible with a belief in God, whereas I consider them to be highly reconcilable (and I have some training in science as well as in the sociology of it).
My "gospel" is not the one of indoctrination, hellfire, or judgment, or anything else he associates with most religions. It's only about loving each other and embracing the love within and around us. If I had to give it a name, it would be Namaste.
This has gotten far too long. I know this will be a very long journey. Please think of me.







but your dh may enjoy the conversation since it generally focuses on a personal search for personal truth instead of some sort of "religious" experience.




