This morning the Moon entered its 17th mansion, The Inferior Sky, Sky of the Moon and House of Adam, whose letter is د and whose Divine Name is The Evident, الْمُبِينُ.
Today is Easter. We will go to my husband's sister's for dinner. Last night I went to the Easter vigil with my husband. A couple of our friends sat with us.
Maybe because I have given up on ideas of inclusion, and on maintaining some sort of emotional continuity with my childhood or whatever, I just don't see the point of people participating in the contemporary American (Roman) Catholic Church. In particular, I don't see the point of gay people participating.
After the time that I spent--mainly in my 30s and 40s--looking for some sort of emotionally compelling, "transformative" spirituality, the whole project looks more and more to me like a self-indulgent, mostly white, bourgeois fantasy. The things that interest me more now are the patterns of conflict and the power dynamics that play themselves out in various local and international configurations.
Perhaps because a number of the Muslims with which I am acquainted--personally and/or online--tend to see themselves as part of an oppressed and/or maligned community, they are more likely to work to raise awareness of things going on in the world and to face these things, and to communicate about them, directly and openly.