Back to the fasters. They look different and I suspect I will turn into one here in few days. It's the long fasters I think that stand out. Their eyes are sunken in, they have a sort of dreamy far away look, they talk different. I adjust my ears wondering if that is an accent I hear. Instead I think it's the sound of a slow almost slurry speech that comes from a brain deprived of glucose. There is a very blissful presence in the fasters, they seem ok to be around food and eaters, they go to cooking classes and yoga and lectures. They are the ghosts of the future for me here at True North. A girl can only dream!
My first day on water alone and I can't wait for nightfall. I have time on my hands and it's interesting adjusting, slowing down. I'm not quite comfortable with all this relaxation and I have a sneaking suspicion this may be my achilles heal.
I'm excited for this journey because like any journey what you expect is usually not what you get. I love the unknown!