A light, but steady snow has created a powdery coating over everything outside. Maybe it is my aging practicality or that I must make an appointment for myself to remedy anxiety, but I am already thinking about the trek to work. I go slowly, but everyone else is in high gear.
The first alarm goes off at 5 and I grope in the dark to turn it off. It is an annoying sound choice, no trill of a harp for me. The chances of slumbering through an angelic musical ladder of notes is quite high. I must take my medicine 30 minutes before eating. (This is something new for me-out of the ordinary to have to take anything on a regular basis.) The second alarm goes off at 5:30. For a half hour I am drifting between sleep and wakefulness. There is only one cat at my feet and I snuggle deeper into the bed pulling the comforter just under my chin. I am not too cold nor too hot, but just right, cozy and comfy. I smile in recognition of this condition of near perfection.
Turning off the alarm and leaving my husband to rest, I pad out to the kitchen. It has been only three mornings-a routine already. Oatmeal, a half a bagel, fruit, tea and water. This is the fare that will sustain us until sunset. During this nine-teen day period (The Baha'i Fast) I am always surprised by how frequently food and drink become part of my day. My lunch-time is now spent in prayer. Often I walk along the woods near my work. This too helps to create mindfulness and give thanks. Perhaps it all sounds a bit contrived, but The Baha'i Fast is always well timed. I am able to breathe, slow down and trust all the while creating a sense of gratitude for all.