There is something pure about rain falling in the desert. It reaches deep inside me to calm and delight my inner child. That is the first thing—a welcome change in weather—that comes to mind when someone mentions Christmas. It is a season where I spend more time indoors, munching popcorn, enjoying feel-good movies I’ve seen dozens of times, cuddling on the couch with a weighty novel while listening to the legato of life-giving rain on the roof.
Christmas for me is reflection, taking stock, appreciating where my journey has brought me and, most importantly, who I share this journey with. It is a time to gather with family and friends (who are also family) and relish a meal, a cup of cheer, the bond of love.
Being a practicing Buddhist, I don’t celebrate the birth of Christ any more than I commemorate the birth of any other person. My husband and I don’t decorate a tree or string colorful lights across the roof. We don’t buy gifts for each other or others. The only tradition we observe is sending out greeting cards, as a way to stay in touch with loved ones.
For Christians, this season is a time to rejoice in their faith. We Buddhists try to do that each day of the year.
Lastly, Christmas is the time of the year drawing to a close, which makes me reflect on what the next year will bring for everyone sharing this planet. There are worldwide challenges, which brings opportunities everywhere to get involved and make a difference. So for me, it is a time of looking forward with much hope for humanity.
May your holiday season surpass your most cherished expectations.