My Shams of Tabriz!

How I miss you so...

See you in Jannah, inshaAllah

Feel you here.... In my heart.

~Rumi

9:00 SHARP. The windows are opened. A soft night for October trailing out...I have become comfotable in submission. Or irritable. It is hard to tell. My arms are cold cheeks flushed. I am finished with this cocoon. With fitting myself into submission of quiet emotion. Beautiful cocoon. The ancient whale reconciles this somehow. She glides in silent waters, knowing all the defeats and blows and magesty. Slow grace. Recordkeeper. Then she breaches and breathes! It is an agreement with the air. Give me life and I will give you rhythm!! EXPAND-contract. Reaching into motion fearlessly with the attention of unspoken, unseen, untouched caress. Let me out. Every moment what is right. No logic could contend with the web of paths. Be, feel, know, act. One sweep. Exude kindness with the frustration of weakness and it turns into strength. Patience at the troughs. But I have no more patience for defeat. I have no patience for whims. Laziness. For tentative, consciencious footing up the mountain. For fear of acting in integrity when it breaches social norms. And Breathe. Sure-footed and mud-painted, without a sound, Hozho walk in beauty on Navajo land.

I leave next week alone for the Southwest.