Ramadan Mubarak to all of my Muslims friends and a very happy Sunday to all! This morning as this post goes live I will either be sleeping or spending time with my family. My Abbu (dad) came home last night from Fiji and I’ve been waiting to sit down and listen to some tales about family and his overall experience there.
A few days ago I noticed that the roses in our garden were blooming so beautifully! I felt immensely appreciative of this because I was having a rather bad day that afternoon. As I stood there taking photos of the flowers, it occurred to me that them reaching the peak of their bloom was a bit symbolic to things that were occurring in my own life.
For the first time in years, I am finally permitted by my doctors to partake in Ramadan. This is marvellously exciting for me because Ramadan has always been my favourite time of year within the Islamic faith and culture. Additionally, 2019 has been a year of re-connecting with the religion that I was raised in from a feminist lens. I’m also taking the time to figure out what religion means to me as an individual rather than everything that I was taught growing up, which is what turned me away from it originally. Sometimes faith can be used as a construct to oppress or control others, even with the best intentions (i.e.: parents wanting the best and safest lives for their kids, including their jaded perceptions of a virtuous existence). Being able to discover what Islam means to me as a person and that my relationship with Boss Man is distinctly something between me and Them—and no one else’s business—has been very enlightening. So, being able to participate in Ramadan this year has multiple sentimentalities for me.
Currently, for anyone who may be curious, I identify as a Muslim-Buddhist. If you’d like me to talk more in-depth about my faith and how I practise being a part of both organisations, please let me know in the comments, or feel free to send me a message on my socials (Inquiries on the blog, or DMs via Twitter and IG).
Another way the flowers symbolised some new changes with me, or the ways that my life is blooming, so to speak, is my return to school. I began my return to college in January and am working on getting a Library and Information Technology Associate’s degree. Afterwards, I shall be transferring to a Uni to get my Bachelor’s in Asian Studies and English Writing. This is probably the chapter that I was the most afraid to begin metaphorically writing, but thus far it has been a wild ride of stress and gratitude.
Anyhoo, that pretty much sums up what went through my mind whilst staring at some roses. The middle rose, the white one, if you look closely has pink around the edges. These were originally entirely white, so seeing how cross-pollination has changed its biology is so gorgeous and inspiring to me for whatever surprises and/or adventures that life may have in store for me next!
I hope that my random sharing of blooming roses can help give you some motivation or inspiration, or even mild comfort. Occasionally taking the time to appreciate the little things in life, like flowers, can help one feel far more appreciative of said life in general, even in the midst of chaos and tragedy.
Enjoy the flowers! I wish you a lovely week ahead. For my Muslims friends, I wish you the best of luck with Ramadan! May your month be blessed with precious moments of kindness, compassion, and love from family and friends.