Years and years ago, when my children were small, I filled out a census form. In it, one of the questions was about my religion of choice. I said I practiced Spirituality.
The lady who picked up my form glanced through it to make sure it was filled out correctly. She noticed my preferred practice during the course of my life...and she told me it was not a religion. She told me I was required to choose one of the religions listed.
I refused; I had been baptized Lutheran, but my baptism was the last time I visited this Church...how could I call myself Lutheran? And I was not agnostic, and I was not an atheist, and I was not just "other"...I wanted to explain what "other" meant to me.
But I was young, and she was older and in a position of authority, to my inexperienced eye. And she said...The religion you are baptized in, is what you are.
I swallowed and said...OK.
Years later, with miles of experience and hard fought-for snippets of Wisdom under my belt, if I was in a similar position today...I would not have changed my stance, in the face of authority.
I practice Spirituality. There is no argument. It just is.
I have studied various forms of Spiritualism ( the definition here being the supernatural or the supramundane...Merriam-Webster) including Tarot, Mediumship, Wicca, Reiki, Healing Touch, Shamanism...only stroking the surface of each.
But I have learned a few things along the way...I have taken out of each pathway a little knowledge, something relevant to my life. My way of being.
When I say I practice Spirituality, the key word being practice, I listen to my Soul, my intuition. My guiding force...and sometimes forces. I practice being aware of the messages received from the Universe, I practice gratitude each day for where I currently am, in this life.
I practice receiving Love; giving it away, thereby opening to others, often strangers, just to see the smile appear in an otherwise dour personage.
I practice being aware of my thoughts...my mind, which can lead me to unwanted jungles...I practice turning negative barbs into opposite, positive ones. I practice being in the moment...the right now, catching myself as I stray to the unknown future with its hazy, worrisome outlook.
And I practice...each day...turning over my problems or worries to Creator, Spirit, the Universe, Mother Earth, God or Goddess. I find it so easy to live like this...understanding and believing in a Higher Purpose to my woes and sorrows...in this life. Understanding each experience can be turned into a pool of Wisdom, if one is open enough to be aware of the Eddies suddenly appearing within the River of Life.
Practice, practice, practice. I make mistakes, I miss reminders, I shrug off miraculous events...I can send out negative energy in such great amounts Tree Beings shiver in their roots. Ask anyone.
During those times, I have taken control and have forgotten a Higher way. But I liken it to falling off the wagon...I can catch up to that wagon, get back on...and be welcomed. Again and again.
And suddenly, in this World, have you noticed how the practice of Spirituality is quickly becoming mainstream? When I was young, before the Internet became a part of my journey through life, I rarely found anyone who believed what I recognized as being true.
Whatever I am, whatever label is placed on my beliefs, whether governments believe Spirituality can be practiced or not, the word defines how I try hard to live, mostly.
Unless I fall off Creator's wagon.