Quantum physics suggests that at the very minuscule level all that there is, all that we are, is energy.
It might sound quite new-age-y, but it actually is a dry and simple scientific view.
Now, I consider myself to be a rationalist.
I know. So who is the Spirit Mommy then? you are thinking.
Well. Me. Again.
I come from a classical background. I studied Latin and ancient Greek both as languages and literatures, and philosophy was a passion of mine in college. I then moved on to History of Art at uni, before journalism.
Brief, “rational” is a word engraved in my formation.
Same goes with “beauty“, though.
The classical ancient world and philosophy have beauty (physical, moral or spiritual) at their centre, and arts are beauty.
When you start searching for beauty, sooner or later you bump into spirit.
When I was in the hospital pool giving birth to my son I had this roar coming from my throat that was a sound I never heard before. It was new and loud and extraordinary but not scary. It was, I believe, beautiful. Ancient, too.
That roar was raw beauty.
It was mine, but deep down a mother giving birth knows that, more than anything else, hers is a roar of energy coming from far away.
And perhaps far away is the same as far inside. Channeling through her a heart-quake of life.
Because beauty, at the sublime level, becomes spirituality. And I am not talking about magic stones here. I am talking about a whole connected universe of immensely big planets and stars moving together in complex mechanism and infinitesimally small atoms forming everything in it. Even me and you. And our newborn babies.
Energy, then. All connected beauty.