I found this article interesting. In Austin I convinced my otherwise explicitly carnivorous coworkers to go to a local Ethiopian restaurant and enjoy the coffee ceremony (and Lenten-friendly food). If you have never been to the ceremony, it makes liberal use of frankincense. The above picture is early in the incense burning process as eventually the entire room was filled with a delightful white haze. If you have an Ethiopian restaurant in your neighborhood, and have the time to enjoy it, I can't recommend it enough.
(BBC News) - The gift given by the wise men to the baby Jesus probably came across the deserts from Oman. The BBC's Jeremy Howell visits the country to ask whether a commodity that was once worth its weight in gold could be reborn as a treatment for cancer.Complete article here.
Oman's Land of Frankincense is an 11-hour drive southwards from the capital, Muscat.
Most of the journey is through Arabia's Empty Quarter - hundreds of kilometres of flat, dun-coloured desert. Just when you are starting to think this is the only scenery you will ever see again, the Dhofar mountains appear in the distance.
On the other side are green valleys, with cows grazing in them. The Dhofar region catches the tail-end of India's summer monsoons, and they make this the most verdant place on the Arabian peninsula.
Warm winters and showery summers are the perfect conditions for the Boswellia sacra tree to produce the sap called frankincense. These trees grow wild in Dhofar. A tour guide, Mohammed Al-Shahri took me to Wadi Dawkah, a valley 20 km inland from the main city of Salalah, to see a forest of them.
"The records show that frankincense was produced here as far back as 7,000 BC," he says. He produces an army knife. He used to be a member of the Sultan's Special Forces. With a practised flick, he cuts a strip of bark from the trunk of one of the Boswellia sacra trees. Pinpricks of milky-white sap appear on the wood and, very slowly, start to ooze out...
Oh, sweet memories! We had Ethiopian and Eritriean friends at our first parish and on the Sundays they had coffee hour, they'd do the coffee ceremony (and of course make spectacular food). I miss injera and wat!
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