Almost fifty years ago, my religious “training” evaporated at the age of 16. It was neither traumatic, extended nor unexpected. It just seemed like a normal development. In the intervening years, I placed no special significance to the event or its ensuing consequences. Marriage to a radical Catholic lady (she has no practical use for the church and its hierarchy) has been remarkably calm. Although the three male children were raised in the church, they seem to have turned out non-religious. I lead by example, and am a quiet type.
Recently, due to the emergence of the radical fundamentalist cults in the good ol’e US of A, I have become a tad more expressive of my metaphysical naturalist stance. My wife and I routinely have quite civil “seeker” discussions. I accuse her of being close to “graduation” from religion. She accuses me of being a spiritual soul.
I admit to her that I am an odd duck. A PhD chemist that wrote accounting software and ended up as a data-mining geek in the consumer credit counseling world, I bring 25 years as a modern dance and ballet amateur to the steel pan music world. The spiritual side is further enhanced by my tai chi practice.
So, “Hello World”