I had a conversation yesterday with a friend in which I was trying to explain how "God-fearing" spirituality could fall outside of both Christianity and monotheism. I didn't have much luck.
I don't proselytize or seek converts--just respect. Maybe a little, just a little, understanding that the divine exists outside of our man-made labels and can't be absolutely confined or defined by them.
Feeling a little down, as I can get, when I am misunderstood by someone I care for--I sat outside reading some work by Zitkala Sa.
Zitkala was an early political activist for the rights of the indigenous. She was a thinker, a beautiful,brave, woman and a courageous, courageous writer. She gives me courage every day to affirm my identity, my ancestors, and my spirituality.
She said it better than I ever could, so I will leave you with her words:
Still I would not forget that the pale-faced missionary and the hoodooed aborigine are both God's creatures, though small indeed their own conceptions of Infinite Love. A wee child toddling in a wonder world, I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers. If this is Paganism, then at present, at least, I am a Pagan.