
So I listened to more of Tippett's work, and it has been a wonderful experience. She approaches her work with an integrity and reverence that is so missing from the devoid-of-any-deliberation double speak that usually passes for journalism. But her real gift is to draw out echoes of a world I wish I lived in.
I recently had the joy of relistening to that conversation between O'Donohue and Tippett. For me, it is magical. And since that time, through my regular exposure to TIppett and her guests, I have been able to reclaim the infinite vastness in words like spirit, soul, and god again.

We cannot allow the vastness of the potential for terms like god, soul, and spirit to be commandeered by the small minded who wish to wield power over others. To do so is to miss an opportunity to grow into the huge potential that is humanity. In the past, I was willing to cede these terms. In the past, I was uncomfortable in claiming these terms for fear of being lumped in with the power hungry people who tend to abuse them and wield them as weapons.

When religion becomes about separating 'us' from 'them', it becomes a bane on our humanity. When religion refuses to acknowledge verifiable fact, it becomes a perversion of our humanity. For me, Tippett's conversations search for the beauty of the human spirit often with religious wisdom as a conduit, which is ultimately more the point, I think. These conversations resonate with something that I feel like I already know deep inside me or maybe it is something that is deep in the social fabric that lies at the foundations of humanity. I cannot put words to it. Language is too confining to describe it. And this notion is one that exists within our religious traditions, a notion that is useful still, perhaps even more now than ever before.
Photo Credits (of stuff I saw on the way to other stuff)
Shrub: Me on the way back from church (Horsforth March 2015)
Hyde Park Treetops: Me on way back from work (Leeds March 2015)
Ice on windscreen: Me before scraping (Horsforth January 2015)