This is my 11th fasted Ramadan.
Link to what I have written previously on this subject:
After some very hot weather, we are being blessed with rain.
I watched a video giving nutritional advice for Ramadan. It recommended not to eat sweet things, sugar, at the evening meal because if one does, the next day the body will be in withdrawal, crying out for more sugar.
Once again we joined several thousand others in a hiking event which supports bilingual Breton schooling.
We generally avoid crowds so it is always a bit strange for us to be among so many people. It is similar to driving on the autoroute—somebody wants to pass, I can hear them breathing, is it OK to pass on the right, hey where is everybody, oh, they’ve stopped for lunch (including thermoses of coffee). On the whole though, there is a very good mentality at this event.
When looking at the circuits planned for this year, I hesitated between the 15-16km and the 20-22km, but reasonably reminded myself that I rarely walk long distances and it would not be a good idea to overestimate my strength. Upon arrival at the sign-up, there were signs to that effect—hot weather today, do not overestimate yourself. I think the 20-22km trail would have been much more in the open since it featured the landes. We walked the orange route—15.7 km.
We enjoyed wooded areas, sunken paths, rivers with large chaotic rocks, villages, fields. We could smell peat, hay, pine, a general sweetness at times, gorse, roses, …
On the up-slopes I said to myself we are doing our Ascension. I repeated to myself the phrase “le goût de l’effort”—a taste for effort, which is something we need to cultivate. We already have enough couch potatoes.
Body parts complained, however they had no choice but to get on with it.
There were plenty of occasions to practice love, forgiveness, freeing oneself from prejudice. Mostly on the inside.
At one point we passed three pale-skinned boys, aged 11-13 years I imagine, who called out “Hello”. My husband replied with hello. I was thinking here we are in France at an event organized by Breton speakers and they are addressing strangers in English, this must be a game of sorts like waving at cars from the overpass. So I said assalaamou ‘alaïkum. Silence. And then when about 2 meters had gone by, I heard a small high-pitched voice answer wa ‘alaïkum assalaam. Inwardly I rejoiced at this example of opening, awareness, of other cultures. It reinforced my hope for the world to change, for there to be more love between us all. Today I ask myself why didn’t I go back and talk to them?
There were mounds of moss rounding rocks, stately oak, chestnut, uphill, downhill, stony bits, boggy bits, smooth and carpeted with leaves—a preparation of sorts for upcoming Ramadan fasting.
We persevered and were rewarded with a snack, a drink and a souvenir. We treated ourselves to an authentic Breton buckwheat crêpe. The hardest part was the uphill trudge across an open field to get back to our car. When we got home, we saw 29.9°C on our thermometer which soon went up over 30°. Way too hot for me!
How hard can it be to find something white/beige, longish, rather ample, mostly natural fibers, for a medium-built woman? After 6 stores, I went to a fabric shop where there was a remnant of linen, went home, and got busy, yesterday afternoon.
There are some imperfections due to haste and no pattern, but all in all, I am satisfied. I need this for a concert this Sunday. 🙂
Happy May Day!
This year the lilies of the valley have been in full bloom for about 10 days already. We had approximately a month with no rain. Fortunately the weather has changed, rain has and is falling, but there may be frost.
I realize this day is associated with pagan practices, but I like to use it as a seasonal marker and appreciate the beauty of all our Creator has made.
Don’t carpet your rut, dixit Brenda Swenson. Ne pas mettre de la moquette dans votre ornière. Don’t get too comfortable with your usual way of doing things. Ne pas se contenter de faire comme d’habitude. Choose a simple subject and do it as many different ways as you can. Choisir un sujet simple et le faire avec autant de techniques que possible. Alors, je suis tombée dans les pommes.
Link to her article: