Each moon, O my beloved, for three days I go mad;
Today's the first of these -- 'Tis why thou seest me glad.
(Baha'u'llah quoting Rumi)
Well, we didn't really go mad (some of may already have been mad of course) but an onlooker might have thought so as we huddled round a table saying prayers by the light of a tiny torch. We had a guest too:
The idea had been to extol the Lord at eve but it was more the dead of night by the time we got round to it. There had been much to see and do beforehand:
There were wombats:
It is never too early to start seeking Layli. Here a youngster is encouraged to check every grain of sand
Are these the Shoes of the Fisherman?
"....the favoured ones of God and the pure in heart are overcome with wonder and awe." (Baha'u'llah)
And, of course before we could pray we had our picnic in the dark.
Eat of that which Allah hath bestowed on you as food lawful and good, and keep your duty to Allah in Whom ye are believers. (The Qur'an)
But perhaps the abiding memory is the wombats