One of the ways in which I foster a compassionate spirit towards others (here: other humans) is to remain away of the things we have in common. As a religiously minded person, my focus often goes towards their religousness or spirituality. As a polytheist, this often winds up with me feeling frustrated and sad, because there are a slew of monotheist-minded people with whom I see important common ground that I know will go unrecognized by them, unheeded, and that’s really too bad.
Along with (slowly, it would seem) picking my way through the Temple of Witchcraft books (which are one part study but also one part doing) I’ve picked up (again) both the Bible (currently the KJ version) and a translation of the Qu’ran. (It was three dollars for Kindle, has commentary, and fit the thematic flair that my Virgo/Libra cusp loving self adores, as it is Ramadan). The Bible reading is partially ancestor reverence. The Qu’ran is a new fascination with the time period and the part of the world, and, after getting a few pages in, a marveling at the better writing of it. Reading the Bible is *painful* to my inner editor. Reading the Qu’ran, complete with in-line commentaries that breaks up the passages, is not. Though I still marvel at the acceptance-as-real that these three religions get, based on written material that was divinely given — that have, at their hearts, mystical roots — whereas others that are just as fulfilling and real for their followers are dismissed as fake. I find this especially true of Christianity, but then, I know more about those various conversion periods than I do about any of the others.
I find in interesting, too, that (at least with regard to the copy of the translation that I’m reading) acknowledgment of the influence of Zoroastrianism is given. I haven’t encountered that within my experiences with Christians, so that was neat.
And, I’m finding an itch that was soothed by the week-long vigil wants soothing, again, and I’m not quite sure what to do to soothe it. I read about the periods of prayers throughout the day in Islam, and as it has for years, it speaks to me. I need, perhaps, to investigate that. It comes back to, again, that part of me flourishes with some structure. Not a lot, just some, just enough, but still. Still. Will have to sit and ponder this, and see how I’ll apply it.
Also! They have weregild! I might have laughed in delight when I came across that in the glossary. They didn’t call it weregild at any time, obviously, but it’s totally weregild. People on the bus might have looked at me, oddly enough.
Am still exhausted. Hoping that’ll clear up with a nice sleep in tomorrow morning.