“One righteous act is endowed with a potency that can so elevate the dust as to cause it to pass beyond the heaven of heavens. It can tear every bond asunder, and hath the power to restore the force that hath spent itself and vanished….”
amy: usually, at a certain point during the Fast, i just lose my appetite. it’s not so much that i am not hungry, because i am, especially around 1pm, but food looses a bit of it’s appeal when you wake up in the dark to feed yourself. this year though, i’ve maintained my appetite for breakfast throughout, and i wonder what the reason is. nothing terribly exciting about my breakfast: toast with tart lemon curd, a handfull of almonds, at times a smoothie, a cup of coffee, egg in some form or another. it just seems the contrast of flavors keeps my taste budds engaged. so i am curious – what do you have for breakfast during the Fast?
leili: the residue of life – tests, the difficulty of human interactions, the dregs of winter – seems worst around the 2nd of march each year. i am reflecting on this “force that hath spent itself” today: just when i think i can’t take more, and i feel evanescent and remote from my spiritual core, the Fast provides a structure for prayer, reflection, gratitude.
re: gratitude and righteous acts, one year during exams, a family member of mine got seriously ill. they didn’t want to worry me, but I found out. a semi-random friend was nearby when he overheard what happened. he noticed i was upset, and disappeared. he came back two hours later, announcing, “We’re going to Boston.” he had borrowed someone’s car, rearranged his exam schedule and then, despite my protestations, drove me to my home hundreds of miles away so i could be with my family. this little act that he did – an immediate, compassionate, unselfish response, without even being asked – is still inspiring to me.
leila: i love spending the day with my daughter (happy little vegemite that she is!), even though she frequently tests my love by her evening behaviours. today i am thinking about friends who are like my sisters and brothers, wishing she could know them now, and hoping that she will know them in the future. my dusk shot is part of a corner she becomes peaceful in, when i hold her. she finds the black-and-white Seyhoun captivating, and when her attention wanders, the bright primaries of the books are her next favourite eye-candies.