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Crossing Cultures Memoir

Night watch

Night watch. Our God neither slumbers nor sleeps (Psalm 121). 

And sometimes He wakes us in the night. To watch and pray. 

I remember when the two emails arrived. One after the other. To our inbox in Karachi.

Same time. Same message. Traveling across the world. From opposite sides of the United States. 

Night watch. Image by Edward Polo on Unsplash.
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Memoir

menopaused

A dense fog settled over me for several years. Like the fog slowing urban streets where we lived during part of that time.

Nearing 50, I joked about brain overload. How pieces of my mind were escaping. Slipping away. 

But this was disorienting. 

The thick fog outside our urban apartment hid the sun. Birds stopped singing.

I struggled to sing too. During the season I was menopaused.

Fog. Photo by M. Azharul Islam. Unsplash photos.
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Look up

Dawn. And I’m walking on a path interrupted by roots. Stumbling on acorns hidden beneath fallen leaves. 

The way feels uneven. 

Unpredictable. 

I can’t look up. In the grey. Before full light reveals. 

Path interrupted. Image by Anton Atanasov on Unsplash.