In listening to the latest Podcast from a favorite site called Unorthodox found at Tabletmag.com (nothing to do with the TV series but well worth checking out.) The podcast introduces wonderful people from every belief system and walk through life). In this week’s Podcast, the podcasters turned to their intern and with her Christian background recorded her story. She “confessed” that she indeed believed in Santa until age 11. Her friends would tease her, her parents giggle at her, but she remained steadfast and finally let go as she got older and perhaps wiser; but admitting the fact has been very hard for her and questioning still lingers in her head.
I took time to think about my own beliefs, real or false and my acceptance of the realities.
I believed as a very young child, that babies were indeed delivered by the proverbial stork, that my mom also told me were found in a planter. She also told me that they came from love. I latched onto this answer and the magic that it offered. I soon learned about the real world with lots of help from friends and some from my parents. They were reticent and I was very naïve.
I believed as a very young child in my grandma Caplan’s story that in the dark winters in Russia she was walking in the forest and met a demon in a top hat at dark clothing that did a dance with her as they shuffled their way along the path, both giggling and surprised. She was emphatic that it was true. Maybe so. I still don’t know. She was a wonderful story teller. I do believe her telling me that when one threw a bucket of water into the air it froze solid in seconds. BRRR.
I believed as a very young child, that g-d had a long white beard and was a man with a long white beard and long white robe who sat on a throne. I probably held onto that belief until first or second grade when I let go and thought of g-d as a spiritual experience different for each and everyone of us. I did question early on why a woman could not be g-d?
I believe“d” democracy would reign in our country for ever
This is a short list, trying to stay with a Message in a Minute. I would so enjoy your stories and memories of “seeing the light” in your strongly held beliefs and myths and how you grew into them or out of them and let go. Happy Holidays everyone.
