Pagan Dreams

I wonder how my views are interpreted by the world.  My views are very Christian, in the sense that it is the Westernized and modern way of looking at things.  I can celebrate what you celebrate.  I can blend.  I can join.  I can be you.  But I don't feel like you.  I don't think like you.  We have similarities, but we are different.  I worship the earth.  I am one with Her.  She is in me.  We breathe the same.  We think the same.  She is me.  I am Her.  We can all be so similar yet so different and have different views.  For this, I am grateful and yet angry.  I can only imagine in the way that I dream, that I am forever humbled and blessed to have lived in Her presence.  I live in Her presence, yet with an unforgiving haze upon me.