My daughter Aurelle went to the wedding of a couple from India. The invitation included a request that she wear a saree. Light blue, if possible. 

Her wardrobe did not already include such a garment, so she searched on the internet for one. Shipping being what it is, the package did not arrive in time for her departure for the three-day event in New York, unfortunately. But fortunately, the night before leaving, her aunt mentioned that she owns a few sarees. What are the odds? Aurelle stopped by to check out the options, and if none were the right color, they would drive to her aunt's favorite saree shop. Because everyone has one of those. 

Aurelle was unsure about how to wear it, and took a needle and thread in case she needs help making it stay on. Walking, and dancing may be challenging, but she is up for it. 

I am intrigued that the bride and groom welcomed their guests to step into their culture this way. It is both generous, and tricky. People can stumble into faux pas without meaning to, and bruise traditions that are sacred. I respect my twins for their courage in learning other languages and customs while they lived and traveled in Europe. 

Perhaps the divide that is cleaving our country and many others could be lessened by such overtures.