Reading Rumi—
This morning I woke up anxious and deeply sad.
I used to do all sorts of things about that. To change it. Used specific methods to make it go away.
Today I sat with it and watched the snow fall.
Then I went down to my sauna and sat in the dark. A meditation and prayer.
As I settled into an eventual stillness, I picked up Rumi to join me.
Rumi and I laugh a lot. We weep. We sigh. We fill back up.
I thought there was nothing better on a snowy Sunday afternoon than to invite you to tea with Rumi.
May I read to you for a bit?
I love this man.