Periodic fasting can help clear the mind and strengthen the body and spirit.
Ezra Taft Benson
There’s a crazy cool eclipse happening this weekend and my whole being is excited for the energies. Coupled with reconnecting with Sister, I’m feeling pretty darn jazzed.
Sister: I’m doing a 3-day fast.
Me: I’ll join you.
I knew that my body was asking for a fast back in September but was hoping for a partner. I found her! Or she found me. Whichever, I anticipate a weekend filled with amazing skies and an empty belly, renewed mind and revitalized body.
Why 88 hours? Eight speaks to me of persevering through difficulties, success but not without a little struggle and work. Sure, I could have chosen 8 hours or 28 hours… but where’s the edge in that? 😉
Husband is aware of my plans and somewhat supportive. Eating is one of his most favorite to-do’s so not having me there with him in participation has him a little glum. But it’s only 88 hours.
I am currently 22 hours in and definitely feeling the drain. Having fasted before, I am aware that first it hurts and then it hurts a little more and then, ah finally THEN the “high” sets in: clarity of mind, grounding, joy, empowerment.
And having Sister to reach out to and to know that she is right beside me on this cleansing process is immensely helpful. It’s brought us closer already.
Sister: Why do we have to fast for God to hear our prayers?
Me: We don’t. We fast to hear God who speaks all the time.
Less distracted, more aware, open, tender, more introspective, curious, quiet. I can feel the house plants growing, sense the squirrels preparing for the long winter, hear FurButt breathing downstairs on the couch, smell the apples all the way in the kitchen… my body is coming alive, my soul awakening from a long night’s sleep.
Tummy just grumbled. Body speaks. I am listening, compassionate.
I feel slower, more deliberate.
I see myself as a pink rose, closed in a bud for the longest time, just beginning to stir, quivering a petal open, allowing time to bloom.
If today, you find yourself a little out of sorts, perhaps you might consider a short fast… and sit quietly, allowing yourself to BE, to receive, to slow down. I’ll be right there beside you, compassionate and courageous as we journey from bud to blossom… and here’s a hug.
Edge-y, joyful, pondering…
Lisa
Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach
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