Susan LaffertyEntry into the Christmas season. Sometimes shaped by memories—sweet and hard.
Music fills the air. Old favorites stirring hearts. Touching deep.
Amid the decorating, familiar traditions, and holiday trappings, I stop. Think about the reason behind it all.
Take time to reflect.
And remember.
Letting go.
I hold the simple karahi with both hands. We bought these aluminum wok-like pans in the bazaar during our first months in Pakistan.
They sit, hidden behind other pots in the cabinet. Rarely used lately.
It’s time.
In the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.
