Lighting Candles
It's after midnight and the telly's off, so...
Here's the thing. I've been wondering, why is it that aspects of religion can still hold an appeal to atheists? Are humans predisposed to such things or is it purely on account of a brush with childhood religious education? I don't mean clinging on to the hope of some form of life after death (as I don't think 'religion' as such, has a monopoly on that idea) it's more a case of the small rituals. Why do we (atheists) sometimes feel the need to partake in these rituals even though we rationally don't believe in any of it? Is that need the reason why we ended up with religion? Probably. If so, why did we evolve with that urge in the first place? Here's an example ' I can't seem to foreshorten it, so feel free to skip to the end.
Last summer, I was sitting on a park bench in Venice with three old school friends chatting about the kids. We were all enjoying ourselves, it was hot, we had ice cream, but then the conversation drifted towards birth stories. The thing was, Lynn had lost her first child after a day and a half, so when the discussion turned to birth weights, I began to feel anxious for her and tried, to no avail, to change the subject. It wasn't as though Lynn had ever shied away from talking about Zoe, it was just that Zoe's birth weight didn't seem to be included in the running. Lynn didn't look outwardly upset, but she didn't say much either.
As we got up to go, the two others stopped to take photos over a bridge as Lynn and I waited by a church. The doors were open, so we went in. By a side altar, there was a rack of candles and a money box. I fumbled in my purse for a coin and lit a candle. Lynn came up beside me and did the same. We stood back and looked at them for a second, gave each other a slightly embarrassed smile and walked out again.
We felt better. Why did we feel better, why did it have to be a church?
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