Ramadan, Lent, Chinese New Year all began within a 48-hour window this year. Coincidentally, I also began a writing residency yesterday (day two of Ramadan). It feels a deeply significant time. In the midst of all this, I am also giving the day job its due attention. It feels odd, experiencing the weight of all this, while simultaneously living in the trivial–tiredness, hunger, fog–and I feel silly for it all. There is so much grandness in this time, meanwhile I am navigating a cluttered and blurred mind. A sense of ineptitude. Here I am, being a little human.
A reframing–a growing headache, the noise of traffic outside the bedroom window, the kitchen silent all day, the racing heart nearing iftar–this is life savored.
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