Losing Religion, Finding Myself
New title for my Memoir Series
Hello there,
A New Name for My Memoir Series
In the past week, I've made a significant decision regarding my memoir series. I've chosen a new title for the 2-book series that better reflects the essence of my writing and my personal journey. Losing Religion, Finding Myself is the new name, and it resonates more authentically with the content and themes of my work. Saved by a Woman will be Book 2 in the series.
A Shared Experience of Self-Discovery
I believe that the process of shedding old beliefs and discovering our authentic selves applies not only to individuals but also to societies. In Ireland, as many of us move away from identifying with Catholicism, we are collectively undergoing a profound transformation. This shift allows us to better understand ourselves as a nation, free from the constraints of imposed childhood ideologies.
When we discard ideas imposed on us before we could reason for ourselves, we embark on a journey of self-discovery. We learn to think independently, unburdened by the restrictions of preconceived notions, and become more compassionate and open-minded in the process.
Reflections on a Funeral
During the past week, I attended the funeral of a cousin. It was a gathering of tears and laughter, sadness and joy.
As an unbeliever, I’m always struck that the Mass – and the Christian myth – centres around the concept of sinfulness. The idea of sin is at the core of Catholicism, a belief system that seeks to convince people of their supposed inherent flaws, so that they can fall for the pitch: the bogus need for salvation. Everyone sells something: the Church persuades people of the Great Hoax – the need for salvation – which not only sustains the institution financially but also grants its male supposed-celibates unwarranted control, influence, and societal status.
However, setting aside the hijacking by religions of the core human experiences of birth, marriage and death, the closing of the curtains on a fellow human being’s coffin is always a poignant moment that reminds us of our mortality. It’s an existential reminder that each of us will die.
Cherishing Family Bonds
Among the attendees at the funeral were several of my cousins, individuals who hold a special place in my heart. These are good, kind people whom I have known since childhood; people who know me and who knew my mother. While I hold affection for many of them, one cousin stands out as my favourite.
Our connection goes back to childhood, and it’s a relationship defined by authenticity. She possesses a unique ability to make me feel comfortable and heard. Our physical differences, with her being short and me being tall, only accentuate the connection we share. When we meet, conversation flows effortlessly, and hours pass like minutes.
Welcoming Friends this Weekend
Looking ahead, we can’t wait for this weekend. Friends, some of whom we haven't seen for ages, are visiting. The weather forecast is good. This Substack is early, as I need to help prepare for their arrival, so we can relax and chill when they come. Friends give life its meaning. And none of them need to be saved!
Thank you for being a part of my journey.
Happy days,
Joe