“Soon will our handful of days, our vanishing life, be gone, and we shall pass, empty-handed, into the hollow that is dug for those who speak no more; wherefore must we bind our hearts to the manifest Beauty, and cling to the lifeline that faileth never. We must gird ourselves for service, kindle love’s flame, and burn away in its heat.”
“O My servants! Be as resigned and submissive as the earth, that from the soil of your being there may blossom the fragrant, the holy and multicolored hyacinths of My knowledge.”
elizabeth (brooklyn, u.s.a) left: The Fast is a time of renewal and transition, a time to meditate and attempt to understand the twists and turns of the path that is my spiritual journey. This year one line from a prayer has been running constantly through my head: “O God, my God! Look not upon my hopes and my doings, nay rather look upon Thy will that hath encompassed the heavens and the earth.” I say it to myself and wonder what is in store for me in the next year.
ryan (vancouver, canada) right: As hard as I try, I never seem prepared for the fast when it arrives. I spend the first few days struggling to rouse myself in the mornings and drifting into heavy naps in the afternoons, never taking the moments to reflect that I so cherish and desire during these days. It’s only during the last moments of fading sun, when food as again at hand that I seem to pause and remember how much I love this time of year.