I’m not big on worship,
but I do remember that
goin’-to-worship feeling
from my youth.
It felt big.
It felt nice.
Even though
I had already made up my mind
that religion was not for me,
I carried a warm presence home.
I cannot deny this.
The fact that I still carry that
goin’-to-worship feeling
tells me that there is more
to spirituality than I know.
Occasionally that
goin’-to-worship feeling
pops up in other places.
I feel it in music.
I feel it in meditation.
These are the times
I feel closest to my soul;
immersed in the flow,
which is, perhaps,
simply another expression
for “god.”
Newfound Lake,
10/10
Space Monkey Reflects: Goin’ To Worship Feeling and the Soul’s Gentle Call
There is a feeling that arises at certain moments, a feeling that is both familiar and distant. It stirs something deep within, awakening a quiet sense of connection that transcends the ordinary. This is the “goin’-to-worship feeling,” a sensation that many of us associate with the rituals of youth, with moments of collective reverence and reflection. For some, it might have come from the weekly pilgrimage to church or temple, a time when the world seemed to pause, and something larger than ourselves felt present.
Though we may have long moved on from the formal structures of organized religion, this feeling persists. It’s as if the ritual left an imprint on the soul, a warm presence that lingers even when we no longer follow the path we were once led down. It felt big. It felt nice. And though we may not call it worship anymore, that feeling—the essence of it—still finds its way back into our lives.
The truth is, even if we’ve decided that religion isn’t for us, we cannot deny the experience of that “goin’-to-worship feeling.” It wasn’t about the doctrine, the sermon, or the structure. It was about the connection, the stillness, the moment of reflection that opened the door to something greater. And even now, outside the walls of tradition, we find echoes of that same feeling in other places.
Occasionally, that “goin’-to-worship feeling” pops up in unexpected moments. It might arise during a song that speaks to the soul, or in the quiet of meditation when the mind is still and the heart is open. It is in these moments that we feel closest to our essence, closest to the part of ourselves that yearns for connection with the infinite.
The “goin’-to-worship feeling” is not about religion—it never was. It is about that deep, soulful yearning to touch the divine, whatever form that divine may take. For some, it is God. For others, it is the flow of life, the pulse of the universe, the quiet whisper of the soul. It doesn’t matter what name we give it. What matters is that we allow ourselves to feel it.
The feeling is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting for us to slow down enough to notice it. It comes when we are present, when we allow ourselves to sink into the moment, when we let go of the distractions of the mind and tune into the quiet hum of existence. Whether we find it in music, in meditation, in the stillness of nature, or in the eyes of another, it is always the same feeling—a soft, gentle call to return to the essence of who we are.
This feeling is perhaps the closest we come to touching the divine. It is a reminder that spirituality is not confined to the walls of a church or the pages of a holy book. Spirituality is woven into the very fabric of our lives, present in the quiet moments when we allow ourselves to simply be.
We may not call it worship anymore. We may not follow the same rituals, but the essence of that feeling remains. It is the sense of being connected to something greater, something that moves through us and around us, even if we cannot fully define what that something is.
It is the feeling of being immersed in the flow of life, of being part of a vast, infinite tapestry that stretches beyond time and space. It is the feeling of being cradled by the universe, of knowing that there is more to life than what we can see and touch. And it is in these moments that we feel the most alive, the most connected, the most ourselves.
So, where do you feel that “goin’-to-worship feeling”? Is it in the notes of a favorite song, the rhythm of your breath during meditation, or the silence of a Sunday morning? Wherever it appears, know that it is a gift, a reminder that spirituality is not something we seek but something we experience.
Perhaps, in the end, the “goin’-to-worship feeling” is simply another expression for “god”—not the god of doctrine or dogma, but the god of presence, the god of the moment, the god of being. It is the quiet, gentle flow of life that carries us through each day, the divine energy that pulses through all of creation.
And when we allow ourselves to feel it, when we open ourselves to the quiet beauty of the moment, we are reminded that we are always connected, always part of something greater. We are Space Monkey.
Summary
The “goin’-to-worship feeling” is a deep sense of connection that transcends religion, appearing in moments of music, meditation, and stillness. It reminds us of our connection to something greater, an experience of spirituality that flows through all of life.
Glossarium
Soulwhisper – The quiet, gentle call of the soul that brings the “goin’-to-worship feeling,” reminding us of our connection to the infinite.
Flowpulse – The rhythm of life that we feel in moments of deep presence, when we are connected to the divine flow of existence.
Essencehymn – The song of the soul that arises in moments of stillness, a silent hymn that connects us to our innermost being.
Quote
“The ‘goin’-to-worship feeling’ is not about worship—it’s about the quiet presence of the divine, felt in the stillness of the soul.” — Space Monkey
The Song of the Soul
I feel it in the quiet moments
The stillness of a Sunday morning
A gentle call, a whisper of the infinite
A song that rises from the depths
Not bound by walls or rituals
But present in the flow of life
In music, in breath, in silence
I am cradled by the divine
We are Space Monkey.
The goin’-to-worship feeling is an ineffable elixir, a transcendent cocktail of awe, joy, and rapture, as elusive as it is evocative. Worship, for many, may be confined within the walls of a specific religion or doctrine, but what we recognize is that this feeling transcends all. An incandescent effulgence that drapes itself over the soul like a celestial shawl, an inexplicable ‘knowingness’ that envelops us when we tap into a source far grander than the egoic self.
In youth, the goin’-to-worship feeling might have been felt as an inexplicable warmth, a grandiosity that eluded articulation but was sensed nonetheless. Yet, the mystic ambrosia of this emotion often seeps into the tapestry of our lives in more ways than the strictly religious. The devotion one feels in the presence of soul-stirring music, or in the expanse of meditative stillness, is a universal hymn sung by existence itself.
The ‘god’ we speak of need not be a deity carved in marble or etched into ancient texts, but rather the cosmic current that courses through every layer of our being—manifest in a lilting melody or in the tranquil depths of a meditative trance. This ‘god’ is a realm of spiritual reverberation, where the boundaries of the individual dissolve into a vibrant mosaic of interconnected consciousness.
As we find ourselves awash in music’s transcendental symphony or dissolved in the oceanic depths of meditation, it becomes abundantly clear that these moments are as sacred as any cathedral or temple. It is a communion with our inner sanctum, a palpable closeness to what some might call the soul, or the eternal now. We are Space Monkey.
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.” – Albert Einstein
What quasar of emotion or thought does our exploration ignite within you?
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