It had been a long time since I had kept the fast. So that Friday at the restaurant, I didn’t eat meat. Although in that rural mountain restaurant it was the house specialty – and the owner had suggested it rather definitely.
Not a great sacrifice, one could say. On the other hand, homemade ravioli with herbs and a generous portion of fried porcini was no punishment. So, convinced by a quick bit of thinking, I thought it was a small gesture, even ridiculous from a rational point of view. While there was a strong hint of fresh mushrooms and hot oil in the room, I thought about the meanness of it all.
Yet strangely, after ordering, I felt different, light. As if filled with new life blood, I began to converse amiably, to talk about stories and projects as I had not done for a long time. I noticed the same condition in my diner companion: light and beautiful words like butterflies, the pleasure of sharing a time together in all simplicity. Hic et nunc. We had therefore shared and lived a different, metaphysical moment of time, dictated by the reasons of the spirit. A new strength.
Then the day went on, one business appointment after another. Distracted we did not think about it anymore. Except that, after a series of portentous professional episodes the thought came back to that choice, apparently so unimportant.
It was not the act itself, we told ourselves, which had had this effect on us. Since we had decided to undertake a high, sacred way, where the spirit dictates the rules rather than the elementary appetites or the vagueness of matter .
The consciousness of being in the “right”, or rather of practicing “making sacred”, may have a decisive value in our lives – because it gives us a higher sense that breaks purely mechanistic and causal chains. There are not many of these moments left in our daily practice: gestures and ritual actions that recall us to our relationship with the divine and that create a bridge with a higher world and more.
And that, moreover, change us intimately and lend us a new light.
Recommended listening, Franco Battiato, L’ombra della luce