I have walked both paths.

As a youngster, religion provided the ground beneath my feet—the structure that shaped my early worldview and offered stories that still echo with meaning. But spirituality—the kind that arrives in moments of awe, as an inner awakening—has taught me to listen more deeply, live with greater compassion, and embrace mystery rather than seek all the answers.

Now, as the new pope steps forward, extending his hand in a gesture of healing and inclusion, I feel a collective invitation rising. It’s not about converting or convincing. I am not catholic or attached to a specific faith. I think it is more about connecting.

We live in a time that aches for reconciliation. Between faiths, within families, among neighbors. It feels less important that we agree on the details of our belief and more vital that we see one another with love and respect. In our differences, there is potential for beauty—not division. That’s where the bridge begins.

To me, prayer can take many forms. It might be a whispered rosary, a chant, a dance, a breath drawn with intention. Whether in a church, a temple, under the stars, or simply at your kitchen table—when we send our hearts out into the world with blessing, that’s sacred. That’s prayer.

Religion can offer language. Spirituality can offer listening. Together, they can form a deeper dialogue—one that lifts us toward peace.

So I choose to meet others at that bridge. To honor their path, whatever it may look like. To walk forward with love as my compass, respect as my practice, and prayer as my gift.

Maybe we can build this bridge together, not with stone and steel, but with kindness, open hearts, and a willingness to truly see one another.