I'm atheist but born into a religious C of E family. My parents and my siblings have always behaved like they believed. Husband is atheist but born into a catholic family. None of them ever went regularly to church, or even behaved
like they were religiously orientated even though on the outside they claimed to be.
So, given that my dh thinks it's all a load of claptrap, I struggle to make him understand that there is a certain spirituality that continues on throughout
our lives. And spirituality is different to religion.
We live in a rural area with no piped in gas, electricity is too expensive, so we have to rely on a woodburning stove to heat the house.
I find that watching the fire, watching it wax and wane, feeding it and watching the flames flicker up into a blaze is amazingly comforting to me.
It could be that I'm stuck at home caring for my disabled daughter that is making this a satisfying function. I don't know. But what I do know is that the need to have fire connects me to my long dead family.
The hearth, and having a fire burning was upmost in my childhood. Many could not afford it. Fortunately, my parents managed.
So when I chuck another log on the fire and watch it burn and feel the warmth,
I think how lucky I am. And when I watch the flames flicker, I think of them.
And all the people who have been lucky enough to feel the warmth.
I think that might be spirituality.