When I started this quest, otherwise known as a blog, I called myself an “almost-atheist,” using the word deliberately in quiet protest against the religiousity of the long eight years of the Bush regime.
I got over that. I’m back to being agnostic, not certain enough about anything to be professing either way.
I once wrote a book called Celebrating Time: A Guided Journey for the Soul, that seemed for a while as though it might be published. I had the somewhat quixotic belief that the signs of the zodiac, the progression of the seasons, and various cultural and religious celebrations could give guidance to this soul journey. I wrote it a day at a time, on the date that was supposed to do the guiding.
Now I wonder how I could have been certain enough to found the book on the word “soul,” but ten years hence I’m left with the same obsession about time and the purpose, if any, of life. So I’m doing it all over again, a day at a time, in a more agnostic quest.