21 day water fast: day 7

mcdonaldsSo here we are, another milestone in the fast: the end of the first week and, with it, the first third of my planned duration.  I feel good, just physically slow in ev-er-y-thing.  But this new tempo – precisely because of its more leisurely, deliberate speed, as well as because it’s different to what I’m used to – also evokes an increased consciousness in everything I do.

This morning I’ve noticed a lot of muscles making their presence felt.  My shoulders and thighs are very subtly sore – low and behold, completely matching the muscles used to carry the fridge yesterday!  Normally, I wouldn’t have felt anything today, but again this proves the point that while fasting it’s extremely important not to overstress your body physically.  You can do lasting damage to it, as Gandhi demonstrated.  Quite bluntly, muscle damage was done yesterday (no matter how minimally), whereas normally such exertion would have been well within my normal capacity.  Continue reading 21 day water fast: day 7

21 day water fast: day 2

the voidToday has been one of extremes.  The morning was again spent in a frenetic whirlwind of doing: tidying up and rearranging the house to make it liveable.  I finished mid-afternoon and went outside to sit.  Just sit and be.  In that moment, it hit me again like a wave: the conflict inside me.

Sitting with the feeling, I don’t think the root of the emotion is in feeling somehow guilty for leaving the family behind.  No.  That’s just a cover for the truth.  No, it’s safer to feel the conflict and be distracted by it, than to be confronted with the raw truth – the raw truth of being. Continue reading 21 day water fast: day 2