As December 25th looms in New Zealand, I wonder about traditions: about this invisible baggage that’s so often heavier than the backpacks we carry – and a thousand times more valuable than every personal possession inside.
Do we empower our strict customs by dragging them to the farthest corners of the globe? Or are they meant to grow and adapt, loosening from their roots yet still blossoming in new climates?
Maybe this year, it’s time we relax our grip a bit. Home will always be a traveling Christmas wish; thus let our festivities remind us of where we are, rather than blind us to where we are not.
~ A Merry Christmas and much love, Kelli