What I believe

This weekend I got to talking with my spouse about what "believing" means to each of us. (This all in the context of a conversation about miracles, lest you think we are weird).

To me, believing is not about tenets of a system of faith. It is about knowing something with my body that I can't see with my eyes or prove with my mind. Something that is slightly beyond my comprehension, but that I know to be true nonetheless.

Like the existence of love.

Like the need to trust process.

Like the shadow of truth beneath a myriad competing narratives.

These are all platitudes, but they are also things I truly believe. And they are linked to a deeper belief: a faith that we are so much more than we perceive at present, but that this is not necessarily a permanent limitation. In fact, I believe it is up to us to overcome.

It is up to us to trust the process of love and get at the core of truth.

And so I sit.

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