On three different occasions this week, with three different people, conversations led to thoughts on love, belonging, our past and what we keep from it, as well as the rational and irrational mind (the heart and the head that is.) After considering all the conversations combined and all the different opinions of those I’m close to, I decided that for me personally, it comes down simply to faith.
My own idea of faith doesn’t encompass religion either, and in fact I don’t believe in religion or the church and mostly organizations of any kind worry me. I do however, have a strong faith in humanity, in something greater than myself, in love and even in the irrational mind.
I had had the idea that I would write about the subject, but instead I sat and painted my depiction of faith, both in something greater, and something deeper than the rational mind might allow. The drawers of the chest represent all the little places and files we keep within our minds. Those places that challenge our faith.
These past few days Ive had that song stuck in my head.
Such a coincidence to stumble upon this post.
Saying that one is ‘religious’ comes with many negative connotations these days.
I have a lot of faith though and I’ve always said Im more spiritual than anything else so I can really relate to this post.
Thank you, Tasneem. Serendipity is always nice, isn’t it?