So, this winter, I've decided to join a 'refugee rations challenge' - in part to challenge myself about the comforts I live in, in part to raise awareness of the circumstances of refugees and what they have to live with in refugee camps.
The goal is simple: for one week, an individual lives on the equivalent of rations for a Syrian refugee in a Jordanian refugee camp.
It's not very much. Certainly, it's a lot less than I'm used to eating, and well, you probably know how much I love my food in flavour, quality, quantity... There's none of those things here - enough to keep together body and soul, and maybe not that much either.
It'll definitely be a challenge for me. And, no, I wouldn't be doing this if I was playing sport or had physical/health/emotional issues that weren't being handled. I'm crazy not suicidal! The garden will manage itself for a week, so no heavy lifting/moving compost. We'll manage.
I'm not going to ask for your money, I know most of you guys reading this are down to your own financial edges and, well, I've nearly hit my fundraising goals from people in RL. I expect more will come when I point out that this is a far cry from the "seven houses and all their bills paid" lies that are being spread around the internet about refugees in Australia. *GRR*
Anyway, here is me looking distinctly nonplussed by the size of the box. It is
not at all a large box...
You can read more about the ration challenge
here at my fundraising page. I'm making it a fundraising, 'fasting', and prayer thing all at once, because I figure this is the closest I'm going to come to intentional fasting (and not just "oh, it's dinner time and I didn't eat because I was depressed" (yes, I do this too, just not often).
So, that'll probably be my next week. Complete with whining. I'll put it under a cut so you don't have to read the whining.