A Spiritual Being...

My husband reminds me that as my sister gave her toast on my wedding night, she mentioned that I was one on the most spiritual people that she knew. I guess that part of the speech didn't really stick with me because I don't know if I understood what the word "spiritual" meant to me.
I might have thought she was saying, "she's such a good Catholic girl," because at that time, I was a very diligent church-goer. I had sang in the church choir. I said my prayers. I had learned some valuable ways to find stillness and peace because of the religious rituals of the church. But... was I spiritual?
Yes, I think I was. I think I now realize that all of the journaling, quiet walks, and time for reflection that I needed, were a part of my spiritual ritual/life. Now, I am finding that I don't turn to the religious rituals that I used to think were so important in keeping me grounded and centered. I have found many more ways to live out my faith in God. I can find my strength and connection in walks, meditation, breathing, yoga, journaling, dancing, looking at Art, listening to music, watching a live performance, playing with a baby, watching a puppy, laughing with friends... the list seems endless now. My religious views are shifting or evolving and my spiritual practices are growing. It is a great adventure. So, yes, I guess I am a spiritual person.

I believe we are here to live out our soul’s calling.

That we are here to learn all of life’s lessons,

support each other,

make life easier for each other,

take care of God’s creation,

feel joy & pain and survive.

To be at peace in ourselves and with each other.

To be the manifest of God in a body.

And to let our souls shine!

What do you believe life is for?

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