Farewell Ramadam, Ramadan has left us for another year…so sad to see it go, although it was a tough one. For all of us in Marrakesh, having day upon day of intense heat, hardly ever dipping under 45 degrees, well let’s just say it was a Ramadan to separate the men from the boys. When we go outside in that heat, simply breathing becomes a laborious task, struggling to draw a breath like one struggles to draw water from a well. It made most of us do as little as possible. And that is hard too. Not only do you give up your food and your water, but also your sense of pride in any accomplishment. I barely walked this Ramadan, let alone worked out. I had high hopes of reorganizing parts of my home, re-stacking the books in the bookshelf, clearing out the little storage room, but had to just let all that go. It was a “being” month, not a “doing” month. I’d never thought of Ramadan that way, but this one took me to a new place, a difficult place.
