“I don’t know if the sky is heaven, but I pray anyway” -I Stand, Idina Menzel
Using more obscure song lyrics as a starting off point for my random musings for the evening. Religion and belief systems always fascinate me, and especially how this is expressed in the disability community. I am part Jewish, raised as an agnostic. I identify strongly with the cultural significance of my Jewish heritage, but never really felt the desire to delve deeper into the religious part. I guess because neither of my parents were raised strongly religiously, it just didn’t get passed down.
I believe in many things. I believe in myself. I believe in my passions and my ability. I believe in art of all kinds. I believe in the healing powers of animals. The barn is my church or temple, I find myself anew after a great ride or even a simple grooming session. To a certain extent I believe in the power of thoughts, if only to re-frame the way you look at things. But I have no defined belief system.
How, you might ask, does this relate to having Moebius syndrome? Without a defined belief system, I have had to come to terms that there is no particular reason (beyond, hopefully, the genetic reason that will soon be discovered) that I ended up having Moebius. It wasn’t fate or meant to be. It just is. Sometimes that seems entirely too simple for such a loaded question, but for me and for now, it will have to do.
And yes, I pray sometimes. Not to anyone or anything in particular, just to get my thoughts out into the universe. It helps, too.