Reflecting upon my first fast, you would be surprised how much energy you have with only drinking healthy "lemonade" (a concoction of lemons, molasses, honey, cayenne, mint and warm water). I swam over 2500km and have been active all day. For some reason, I seem to be able to see things more clearly. I was contemplating on one of my moments of meditation during the day about what fasting is and how it is different from anorexia. I mean fasting is not eating at all where anorexia is eating quite little. The only difference is perhaps the mental state and the duration of time you perform your action. Having just looking up the words on Websters, one would be much more confused not understanding the terms otherwise. It says fasting is "to abstain from food" and anorexia is "loss of appetite". I was thinking the difference is in the morality.
Fasting is abstaining for purpose, either clarity, detoxing, worship, suffer (if that is how your religion views it). Anorexia for me is at least, self-induced deprivation from food due to mental instability. I don't think it is as easy to pin down as "loss of appetite". Having known several anorexic people in my life, and no I could never be one of them. I enjoy cooking and tasting food too much. Fasting is different. It is refreshing to feel light and that you can bend for yoga without feel like you are compressing food. It is amazing how much weight is lost in fasting as well. Not that I was doing it for weight reasons, but that is proof that people need to fast more often to cleanse their system so that food can be processed. Especially if you are of the ayurvedic constitution of
kapha. Apparently we can fast for days. For me this first time, one is enough. I awoke this morning to find an ambulance and firetruck in front of my house, not for me, also to find that today marks Ramadan. Having been to several Muslim countries, and one during Ramadan, I have great respect for people who fast all day. It is an amazing experience to watch, especially as it is not just only food but cigarettes, sex, and other "impure" things.
I will never forget waking up in the medina of Fez in Morocco to the sound of the thirty mosques around me calling people to prayer and the orange sky dotted with minarets greeting the people to prayer. It was one of the most powerful moments of my life. Hearing and understanding that type of power and devotion encompassed all into one moment. Like a muted soft but suddently ever clear understanding of the world, while you are still in a some what dream like state.
As I broke fast this morning with my beloved thoroughly appreciating the sweet red papaya and nuttiness of buckwheat, I pass my energy out the cosmos and the individuals who will be fasting this month.
Salaam