We live in a world of seasons. They come and go without question, and often, without answer.
As the leaves start to gain subtle hues of brown and gold, I remember the natural changes that occur around us; those that move us from one understanding to another, changes that resemble the direction of stirring the American melting pot. These cycles often appear in the form of friendship, death, love, and in many cases, religion.
The traditional pillar of Ramadan ends as autumn begins. Soon, winter clears a path to begin our Christmas celebrations, and as one belief ends its annual practice, another prepares for its birthday celebration.Two contrasting revelations, but both mark a time that embodies the history of the word.
We place in our mind the idea that we are so very separate in our faiths, but do we ever truly think about where all our different paths lead?
Religion is a very sacred and personal entity for every person. It is a common bond shared with people from different walks of life who honor the traditions that allow room in their hearts for love, clarity of mind, and purpose. If we are lucky, it also offers us an opportunity to embrace those who worship around us, regardless of whom they worship, or the faith they practice.
I have witnessed the prayer, preparation, and focus that goes into Ramadan, and been invited to enjoy the figs and water used to break the fast. Although I hold my own set of beliefs, I also allow myself, not just a freedom of speech, but also the freedom of perception. I welcome the chance to educate myself, as I learn about the backgrounds and beings that make up the world around me.
Just like the wind sweeping up a yellow and orange leaf into the air to form a beautiful site, we also receive the blessing to enlighten and heighten our understanding of those people who chose to travel a different path, and recognize that their path deserves its space and room for them to travel upon.
When all of the foliage dies away, and I hear Christmas carolers on the streets, I will sit with my friend who is Muslim, and listen to my favorite Donnie Hathaway song, ‘This Christmas.” I will give him a thoughtful gift, and wish him well for the holidays. And knowing my friend, I am sure he will embrace this tradition for exactly what it is, a chance to appreciate those things that fulfill the lives of other people.
Each season brings something to look forward to, and for me it is the pure beauty of autumn. It reminds me that all things change, and in some cases, end, but when you keep this affirmation in mind, it makes you look at life differently. It makes you appreciate the benefits we receive, and the lessons we learn while we are here. I’d like to think that is the very purpose in itself.