08/24/2026
This week, I was invited to a beautiful Shanti Puja prayer memorial for the mother of some dear friends. I didn’t understand most of the words being spoken, but I could feel them. I felt the love, the reverence, the grief, the connection. I felt God there.
It reminded me of something I’ve experienced again and again when I’ve been welcomed into cultures and faiths different from my own: The closer we get to one another, the less there is to fear.
We don’t have to believe the same things to be curious about each other. We don’t have to agree to listen. And understanding someone else’s faith or culture doesn’t diminish our own.
Different traditions. Familiar longings. One shared humanity.
I wrote about the experience, and why I believe curiosity might just be one of the antidotes to fear. ❤️
Read the new blog: What If Curiosity Is the Opposite of Fear?
This week, I was invited to a Shanti Puja prayer memorial honoring the mother of some dear friends of mine. I have been incredibly fortunate to have Hindu friends who have welcomed me into parts of their culture and faith over the years. They answer my questions. They explain traditions when I don.....