Can I be everything? Can I recognize the ribbons of similarity running through each divine celebration and realize they are all intertwined and so similar that our entire life is a joyous journey overlooked by the Divine? Can I be Amish and Catholic and Jewish and Messianic and Methodist? Can I be Buddhist and Hindu and Wiccan and myself? Can I celebrate Hanukkah, and Beltane, and Christmas too?
Love God, Love ourselves. Are those not our only commandments? Those can certainly be taken from meditation to maypole. Those that use their books of designated scripture to pick out what they wish and translate it how they wish, to feel pity on others and make themselves feel better are sadly stuck in chains. That the One created all people and traditions and colors and life is bigger than we can fathom. I breathe in the excitement of all this.
I love all people to a point of heartbreak sometimes. I love to read about different cultures, different foods, different religious celebrations, different lives, and the knowledge that our lives are all simply intertwined in much bigger forces makes us all one enormous family.
Just as I am Irish, English, Scottish, Dutch, Cherokee, German, Black French, and who knows what else, I am every religion too as I embrace the ways the world celebrates. I have had amazing physical healings, have seen miracles beyond description, and my faith is deeply rooted. I am as comfortable in an American Indian ceremony as I am going to confession as I am remembering my loved ones at Samhain. So many beautiful traditions and ways to worship. The world is not black and white but rather grey. No, not even grey, but a kaleidoscope of color. Celebrate.