I have always been surrounded by friends and family and am thankful for this. I recognize and cherish the love that blesses my life. Sometimes, my friends do things that make my heart swell with love.
Ramadan started at the beginning of August so once again I am spending the month fasting and reflecting and working towards self-improvement. It is less out of a religious duty, but a practice that I have grown up with and have come to appreciate. I find it makes me a stronger and better person. The days in London are quite long and being away from immediate family is difficult.
My non-religious, Spanish friend decided to host a dinner in honor of Ramadan. I was touched. That evening, I walked into a room full of Baraka and love. Each person had taken effort to prepare something. The menu included olives, guacamole, miso soup, salad, tabouleh, egg salad, a spinach mushroom quiche, fruit, and a Spanish milk drink for dessert.
We sat outside as London graced us with a beautiful night on my friend’s patio surrounded by lit candles. Some of her friends joined us later and night passed with good food, good friends, and good conversation.