Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter – when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.

Isaiah 58:6-9

I give up a rigid sense of self. Sometimes I have much. Often I am the hungry too. Sometimes I feel rooted at home. Often I am the poor wanderer. Sometimes I feel clothed and beautiful. Often I am naked and even more beautiful. I am in a place of need just as much as I am in a place where I can provide. May I give and receive with the same open heart. May I give and receive with a faith that things can shift and I can ride that. May I give and receive knowing both are needed for our collective healing.