Sep 042008
A neighbour of ours who is becoming a very good friend kind of came out to me on Thursday as a devout Roman Catholic, and decidedly non-judgemental. It serves as a timely reminder of the foolishness of judging people en masse, be they religious, gay, male, female… Whatever. I told her a little of my pagan beliefs, and she was genuinely interested and enthusiastic.
I think it matters to her that we’re a spiritual household, not what spirituality we hold to. And that’s very nice to find in a person of a different faith to one’s own. She’s also kindly agreed to look after our hens while we’re away at a pagan festival this weekend. She apparently loves hens and wanted to keep some, but her husband didn’t, so it didn’t happen!
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