hi all. hope you’re all doing well on this lovely morning. the sunlight is quite beautiful this morning; opposite me right now is our east window where the glory of sunrise plays out each and every morning in divine hues of bold yet muted reds, sober oranges, and timid yellows melting into a quiet sea of calm blues. in the mornings the sun casts shadows through the trees and fills our house with shifting, branching lines that creep slowly down the walls and across the floor, until they finally disappear at sunset. today is day 18 of the Fast, so once again, no food or drink from sunup to sunset. I’m looking forward to breaking the Fast tomorrow night – this year’s fast seems to have been more difficult for me – but I know I’ll miss this time when it’s gone. the Fast gives us a taste of detachment that our otherwise complicated lives rarely afford us.
Tomorrow night, the Baha’is of Ottawa will be hosting their annual Naw-Ruz party, a celebration to mark the Baha’i new year and the spiritual rebirth that follows the month of fasting. Everyone’s looking forward to that (especially to the kebab). Just imagine a night full of music, dancing and revelry, good cheer, getting dressed up in your best duds, and eating enough Persian food to make you pop, just because you can – and waking up without a hangover the next morning. And no silly ball to drop in Times Square. Damn I love Naw-ruz.
It was three years ago, on Naw-ruz 159 B.E. (Baha’i Era; 2002 AD) that I first stepped out of the comfortable coccoon of complacent city life and began my journey of change on a year of service in Victoriaville and Drummondville. There was a blinding snowstorm that day, and still I lumbered on through the snow from Ottawa to Victoriaville in my Dad’s worn-out old Mazda 626 to begin the transition to a new life. I blogged about it one year later and reflected on the many trials and pitfalls that awaited me in the year that followed.
The process of change, progress and transformation has continued since then, as it will no doubt continue to. To be very honest, the past few years presented me with so many tests and trials that I was beginning to lose it. Eventually I had to come back to Ottawa to safeguard my health (mental, emotional, physical, spiritual – the whole kit). But once I did come back, divine confirmations began to kick in once again. And perhaps since that time I stepped back into the boundaries of this multiply-blessed city, the greatest change and the greatest transformation has begun. Not to sound prosaic or anything, but this is surely the bounty of God, a proof of the power of His confirmation and of the living waters of His mercy. I can’t thank or praise God enough for what’s happened in my life. Not particularly for the good times or the bad times – but for the change, the opportunity to grow, to become a little bit better than I was yesterday.
So happy new year all you peeps. many big ups and shout outs to all of my crew in the OT, in MTL, Gatineau, the Heart of Quebec, around the nation and across the planet. Kind thoughts and best wishes to a particular friend of mine who’s getting married today in Drummondville. Que votre union soit une lampe qui éclairera les ténèbres avec la puissance de la lumière divine. Meilleurs souhaits et Allah’u’abha.
Enfin, pour traduire en quelques mots, mes meilleurs souhaits à tous mes amis au Québec (et oui, même ceux qui ont déménagé mais qui sont encore là en esprit), et un très joyeux Naw-ruz à vous tous. Comme toujours, je vous aime et je pense à vous. Je ne suis pas trop présent de ces jours-ci mais vous restez dans mes prières tout le temps. Mes amis de Montréal, de Québec, de Sherbrooke, Drummondville, Victoriaville, Warwick, Trois-Rivières, Thetford Mines, Rimouski, Lanaudière, l’Outaouais, la Rive-sud, bref, de tout partout, je vous souhaite un merveilleux nouvel an. Je suis content qu’on soit amis et je suis content d’avoir partagé avec vous une partie de vos vies. Qu’on se revoit bientôt en circonstances des plus joyeuses 🙂
(PS: hé sam… sham… ou donc est passé samnsham.com??? faites pas la fugue là…)