We note that a) it's a son and b) that he appears to have found him under a cabbage leaf
I daresay I have perorated before about people - especially blokes - who become parents and It Transforms Their Life, not in the sense of before then they had never thought about changing nappies or hallucinating from sleep deprivation, no, it is a Deep Existential Thing of feeling a connection in a previously rootless existence.
Which is just one of the thoughts I have about this article*: I’m an atheist who goes to church - here’s why you should too.
(Because, of course, one size of Spiritual Awakening fits all. Also, I cannot help thinking about the psychoanalyst in Cold Comfort Farm who redirects Judith Starkadder's brooding Jocastan obsession onto old churches...)
Bring my codfish of burning gold, and a chariot of fire with Boudiccan swords on its wheels: [S]omething about having a son - an impetus to strive for deeper meaning, a longing for some continuity with the past - made me think harder about spirituality.
And do we have the feeling that he's never previously been into a church even to look at the art/architecture/misericord carvings/stained glass? Or a wedding or a funeral?
And where is the infant's mother and what does she think about it all? And would he feel that same if the child was a daughter?
*This appeared some weeks ago: I was collecting bits and bobs for future ranting while we were in Krakow and I didn't have time or energy to be discursive. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2669403.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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