|Ciao and Sacred Sunday to you:|
|I hope that you’re happily anticipating the joy and promise of Spring.|
This week I’ve been contemplating what it means to be “spiritual.”
Sometimes, I feel as though I have a tangible hold on what it means to be a spiritual human being. Then within a moment I question, what the heck does spiritual even mean?
Over the years I’ve heard people say, and probably somewhere along the line I’ve espoused it as well, “I’m spiritual, not religious”.
Which adds yet another layer to the question of what spiritual means? And what it means to BE spiritual.
As I mentioned before, I was raised in the Catholic Church, which is of course recognized as one of the many organized religions.
So, it begs the question, if you or I are a practicing Catholic, Muslim, Jew…does it mean we’re not spiritual?
You’d think that at my age I’d have this all figured out by now.
But the truth is we’re human after all. Shining a whole lot of Brilliance while also carrying a semi-ton of .
And in our humanness, we grow, evolve, gain clarity, get confused, take a wrong turn, rediscover the path, remember our sacredness, forget our divinity and start the cycle all over again.
Why? It’s part and parcel of the gift and the challenge of living in these earth suits.
Until we exhale our last breath, you and I will be asking the great existential questions, like who am I? And what the hell am I doing here?
Hence, my re-submergence into the spiritual – religious self-inquiry.
The online dictionary defines spirituality as:
of, relating to, or consisting of spirit; incorporeal
of or relating to the spirit or soul, as distinguished from the physical nature
Which, if you know me, and I’m imagining you know me a wee bit since you read Sacred Sunday’s, that definition totally led me to further contemplation.
Is the spirit the same as the soul
If not, how are they different
This type of self-inquiry makes my ️ happy. Does it make your ️ happy too?
Trust me it’s not as though I’ve not investigated, read, meditated, prayed or have been on this philosophical journey before.
The thing is – the more life experience we have the more our longing for the mystery deepens.
When we drink from the sacred well-spring of self-inquiry, we don’t need to find the one and only true answer.
We’re not meant to quench our thirst for the remainder of our lives never to dip our cups back in to the well.
We’re meant to give meaning to our lives by sitting in the questions. And listening.
Maybe then you and I will be blessed with a response. Until we whorl up the spiral of consciousness and we allow our longing to touch into the mystery yet again.
So, dear reader, I offer you this week’s Sacred Sunday contemplations as a balm.
~What is your personal definition of spiritual
~If you’re a part of an organized religion does that mean you’re not spiritual
~What’s your definition of spirit, of soul
~Is the spirit the same as the soul
~Is spirit in service to soul
~Is soul in service to spirit
Drink my friend and then sit in the inquiry.
With love and appreciation, xoxo Paulette
|P.S. Stay tuned, I’ve got some things cooking and can’t wait to share.|