There is a mother at my son's preschool I've been enjoying getting to know. She might even be my NBF. We'll be leaning up against the playground fence, chatting about God and "the meaning of life" as the boys burn up some energy after school. Inevitably, another mom will saunter up and immediately, we drop our conversation and become all....
"Is Janie going to camp this summer?"
"Oh heavens, little Billy has lost another mitten!"
I have another friend whom I've known since we were 15. That's 24 years for anyone who's counting. I know everything about her. But it wasn't 'til the last couple of years that spirituality even came up in our conversations. Isn't that interesting? Who her husband is having an affair with? I've got all the details. Her spiritual beliefs? Not so much.
Sitting in a yurt in the Colorado mountains, I join a group of Buddhists in prayer, not understanding the language they use but fulling understanding the feeling. The connection with the Divine.
I look at my own brother, a fundamentalist Christian, and I understand the feeling. He truly lives his faith. He respects his wife. He lives and breathes gentle kindness.
I deeply believe we are all connected and that the many paths lead to one Universal truth. Even the atheists. You're in there too. Do you ever go out in nature? Do you love your child? I understand that feeling too.
In the movie What Dreams May Come, there is a premise that whatever we believe to be true, is what we'll experience upon our death. If you believe in Satan and hell and purgatory, that is your own burden to carry. If you believe in a white puffy-cloud heaven with angels and puppy dogs, well, you'll be handed a harp.
A place where all can safely talk about what they believe, where people are more interested in learning from others than in convincing them of anything.
That's my idea of Heaven.
But shhh.....keep it on the down low.
We don't talk about stuff like that.