I love everything about this message. Recovering Catholics inherently get it. But still, the full message is just so on point . Sharing this everywhere , because you are a special wit, and witness to love ! Thanks for this on a peaceful Sunday morning. Can’t wait for Sadhana - the wounds need some tlc, fk yes . 💜💜💜💜💜
I was raised Catholic too, and understand the trust vs guilt (mostly guilt) struggles all too well. There’s both an absolution of ownership and also an excessive self-analysis/flagellation to the whole thing. It certainly led me into this same kind of negative self absorption you’re touching on - that is also so pervasive in our whole culture, and which is manipulated to control and separate us. And agreed and heard that anchoring into self-acceptance, vivid presence, and inclusive action/responsibility are the opposition. Thanks for expressing it all so eloquently. ❤️
there is so much beauty in catholicism, it really drew me in as a child, as did the vision of America land of the free, willing to fight for the beauty 😇 see you in sadhana
True true. I guess it’s still a little obscured for me by the pain I experienced coming of age as a queer kid in it, but I was captivated and very devout as a child too.
Maybe because the mass was still in Latin & I had the high drama of like the frankince being burned & even the weirdness of the early folk mass was a little bit queer. I mean, I was raised in the 60s & 70s so it might’ve been different for me. I felt like I could really find the magic, but it also could be my grandmother. Who was a total witch lol. By the time the shame came in I was already on my way out.
Totally get that! The drama, the pageantry, the incense (still love that smell!), the concept of transubstantiation, the bells, the singing!
Upon reflection, it was probably the 12 years of catholic *school* specifically that handed me the lovely shame trauma package from a young age. But no regrets here - I’m grateful to confront this stuff, it made me stronger, and I have the best, weirdest, most beautiful, queer friends from catholic HS, forged in the fires of resistance to the repression. ❤️🔥
I love everything about this message. Recovering Catholics inherently get it. But still, the full message is just so on point . Sharing this everywhere , because you are a special wit, and witness to love ! Thanks for this on a peaceful Sunday morning. Can’t wait for Sadhana - the wounds need some tlc, fk yes . 💜💜💜💜💜
thank you
“the metrics of the prophecy” so good 😊 can’t wait to sit together
yes yes yes so glad you are in
Love this.
I was raised Catholic too, and understand the trust vs guilt (mostly guilt) struggles all too well. There’s both an absolution of ownership and also an excessive self-analysis/flagellation to the whole thing. It certainly led me into this same kind of negative self absorption you’re touching on - that is also so pervasive in our whole culture, and which is manipulated to control and separate us. And agreed and heard that anchoring into self-acceptance, vivid presence, and inclusive action/responsibility are the opposition. Thanks for expressing it all so eloquently. ❤️
Looking forward to sadhana.
there is so much beauty in catholicism, it really drew me in as a child, as did the vision of America land of the free, willing to fight for the beauty 😇 see you in sadhana
True true. I guess it’s still a little obscured for me by the pain I experienced coming of age as a queer kid in it, but I was captivated and very devout as a child too.
Thanks for the reminder to find the beauty.
And the vision.
Maybe because the mass was still in Latin & I had the high drama of like the frankince being burned & even the weirdness of the early folk mass was a little bit queer. I mean, I was raised in the 60s & 70s so it might’ve been different for me. I felt like I could really find the magic, but it also could be my grandmother. Who was a total witch lol. By the time the shame came in I was already on my way out.
Totally get that! The drama, the pageantry, the incense (still love that smell!), the concept of transubstantiation, the bells, the singing!
Upon reflection, it was probably the 12 years of catholic *school* specifically that handed me the lovely shame trauma package from a young age. But no regrets here - I’m grateful to confront this stuff, it made me stronger, and I have the best, weirdest, most beautiful, queer friends from catholic HS, forged in the fires of resistance to the repression. ❤️🔥