Fajr Ruminations on Ramadan in the Middle of Nowhere

Daunting sunsets.  First of Ramadan.  This is exactly how red it was.

I’m in a weird place this Ramadan. Not just spiritually but geographically as well. Almost exactly a year ago I finished my MA thesis and moved back home: home being wherever so my parents were living, regardless of roots and attachments. A few months before my less-than-triumphant return to the moist womb, my parents had made the move to Northern Alberta for business.While I have always been one for living and experiencing a new city, town, state, province – whatever – the shock of the s … [Read more...]