I have neglected the obligatory Ramadan post, and that is partly because the month caught me by surprise and partly because Ramadan this year has been effortless for me. When I’m enduring a rough time in my life (as I am now) I do not feel hunger. Dizziness from lack of energy, sure, but not hunger. These past couple of days, however, I felt the hunger pangs for the first time, which is a sign that my body is waking from the depressive trance-state.
I am grateful for the ease that the difficulties in my life have brought to fasting. I’d always been told I have striking eyes, but I saw them for the first time this past week when I happened to snap a photo of myself at my lowest point. I was taken aback by my own gaze.
This is your author at her worst.
I’m working on getting rid of the look in them. In the meantime, please read these two very important posts by Em. And enjoy gazing at my favorite flower, columbines. (Very few people know that this is my favorite.)