Long day… I’m going to bed wondering if I should be feeling disappointed, surprised, disgusted or just annoyed with myself. Remember the person I wanted to help get a bit of social media exposure for an existing online business? Well, I spent the last week researching Pinterest, Instagram, fashion blogs… looking for ideas and approaches—many of you volunteered your input, some went as far as to offer your time. Thank you. I won’t forget.
Today, the person asked me if the help I was going to provide “would be attached to [my] Pagan stuff.”
My mind filled with about a thousand different responses. But I think my brain knew that saying the words would have probably made my mouth fill with bile. So I only said, “Yes, it would. And I won’t even let you finish that thought. If you say what we both know you are thinking, I might be left feeling ashamed of you. I don’t want that. I don’t think you want it either.”
I don’t get it, my Wicked Luvs. I don’t understand a brain—a heart!—that attaches goodness, friendship, love… to a specific dogma. How can a person’s mind be so limited? How can a soul survive and thrive in such a lonely and tiny space?
I’m not angry, just saddened. I hope this person’s eyes open to life. I pray he can learn that true spirituality shouldn’t care about religion or the lack thereof. Goodness subscribes to no creed.