I’ve thought long and hard over whether to add ‘Religion’ to this blog or not. As you can see, I have. But I reserve the right to change my mind. Because I do that. A lot. And especially when it comes to religion. The thing is though, I have been writing here about religion. I just haven’t had a page to link everything up like I do for other topics. So, really, nothing has changed. That’s what I’m going to tell myself anyway!
I have been interested in religion or, at the very least, spirituality since I was tiny. I remember begging to go to Sunday School when I was five or six. I remember scrubbing bird poo off the garden path and asking my mother if God would be pleased with me for doing so. I remember dressing up as a nun. I remember building an altar in the garden and leaving offerings there with a whole lot of ceremony.
I’ve wandered into some strange places in my search for … whatever it is I’ve been searching for. I think I’ve found it in the Roman Catholic Church and am now participating in RCIA (the procedure by which an adult converts to Catholicism). I’m scared-excited. But generally happy with my decision. What worries me is that I’ll change my mind yet again and continue going round and round, like a mouse on a wheel.