So it happened like this….one day a girl woke up to a world abuzz.  Righteous revolution is at hand!

Pow!  “I want some of this action!” she declared.

“Freedom!  Justice!  Revolution!  The needs of the suffering will be met!”

“I’ll have my own revolution, right here in my room.”  For 5 days she ate only citrus fruit, contemplated the freedom of the eternal soul, fed the ducks down the street, played her ukulele wildly, cried cathartically, sent funny letters to friends, kept a blog, and determined her own future!

the Day 5 fast experience…

On the fifth and final day, she was calm.  She had taken total control of her diet – she knew she could do it now.  She felt strong!  Revolution on the other wide of the world had succeeded, and she was just hungry.  Hungry for the next thing.  And the next thing was going to be chicken and rice, with nutritional yeast gravy.

”thanks for the letter, wanna hang out?”

During the fast the girl had spent a lot of time alone.  She had thought about her friends, and been filled with admiration and gratitude for them.  Still, nothing like the real thing!  And now they were calling  her

make your days your art…

Every day, every week, every year can be seen like a song unto itself.  How do you want to write it?  This one is fast like rock n roll!  The next one has a long, soothing breakdown in the middle of it.  For her, this week had been slow, resonant, simple, it was played on the ukulele, had been about revolution, big or small.

“Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.” – Oscar Wilde

As for me, my sonnets are gonna be delicious!

Thanks for reading, let’s connect one-to-one soon!

Parzival

p.s.  you can read all five Notes about my recent 5-day spiritual-political fast by here:http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=107817515914443&notes_tab=app_2347471856