For the first time in years I partook in communion with my family. The honest truth, It felt strange. Everywhere, I go I’m confronted by traditions and I don’t always understand. I think traditions make people feel safe. Connected to something, a reason to come together. Having been away from communion for so long, it can feel like a forced tradition. Maybe I’m religionless? Can I believe that something exists and that be enough? I’ve been meditating for the last hour just to clear my mind. I’ve experienced so many other cultures and they have their way of connecting and that’s is also what this is. The fallacy, I believe, lies in the idea that this is somehow more right than any other. It’s just it’s own thing. Perhaps, one day we can be observers who learn to respect the others traditions? I’m grateful for my family during this time, I have a curiosity that they protect me from. What has been special and memorable is the time spent doing things like, dancing, cooking, martial arts, going to the grocery store, sharing cooking recipes, watching tv, me and my brother unexpectedly tackling my little sister while she’s on the phone. Raking the leaves, and other yard work to come. Family isn’t about being right in ones beliefs all the time but the things that you can agree on and bring you together. The rest, isn’t worth the time being apart so, just let it go. I love and accept my family for who they are and look forward to this new relationship.