I wish I had know Rumi. In person, I mean. Have a feeling we would have gotten along famously. But I can’t even begin to imagine the world that created the person who wrote down all those fabulous bits of truth.

One of them that has stuck with me (and I paraphrase) goes something like this:

The true mystic does not reside alone in a cave at the top of a mountain, away from all the hustle and bustle of life. No, the true mystic sits in the marketplace surrounded by noise, children, commerce, and shouts - and never forgets the divine.

Things that make you go, hmmmm… maybe there’s a biography of Rumi somewhere that I could get my hands on…

Blessings!