May your intentions be fruitful in this glorious month, Beloved!
All sorts of info, directive filters into my headspace. The title is a result of this seepage. Either I read this dictate, saw it in passing on television, likely in an ad, or it was splashed at me through subliminal advertising. Who knows?
Doing so many things in a day. Ramadan always calls for a period of adjustment, generally a turning around of activity. Eating and drinking can go on during the night, but dawn sees the resumption of the fast. Day is now for contemplation. Night is for getting things done.
Night offers quiet. Getting things done must be accomplished in quiet. It is a blessing. It is calming. It is a refuge from the surrounding madness. The homeless remain, increasing in number. What need have I for pictures when the blind cannot see them? Mummy could ignore a lot of things because she was deaf in one ear. Ceaseless drips from a faucet set my teeth on edge.
Type, don’t write. Need to read more Faulkner and O’Connor. 1955 was a significant year. Read Faulkner’s coverage of the Kentucky Derby of 1955 in Sports Illustrated. Got no need for sports, but I do love horseracing. So many Black men built that sport. Built the South. Built the nation. But The Misfit runs the nation right now. Flannery said so.
The recitation continues. May your Ramadan bear fruit.
For Ramadan, I’ve been making socks as I listen to recitations of the Qu’ran and think about the fate of the world. Ramadan is an excellent time for reflection. It is a discipline that promotes self-restraint as well as an opportunity for self-knowledge in relation to the world. Immersion in the recitations is a shield from the world which is why I had no knowledge of the STEM school shooting in Colorado until this minute. We really need to understand what it is we, as a culture, are doing to produce these mad and angry people. We need to understand why we, as a culture, continue to tolerate these assaults on our children, on all people. What is our individual contribution to the lawlessness, hatred, intolerance that plagues us.
In my home, I had hardwood floors so I never realized that the materials of which I make socks interacted with the flooring to encourage or halt sliding. The structure I currently occupy has laminate floors. Acrylic yarns slide on this flooring. Alpaca does not. Not only am I trying to memorize this pattern, I am also experimenting with different types of yarn to discover which are safest for the socks. First was alpaca, second was acrylic, next is cotton.