On a day
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a
day.
I didn't make up those words. It's the beginning of a Rumi poem that I love.
When our teacher started saying her closing words, she opened a book and read that exact poem. It was so strange.
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a
day.
I didn't make up those words. It's the beginning of a Rumi poem that I love.
When our teacher started saying her closing words, she opened a book and read that exact poem. It was so strange.
4 comments:
Not only are you witchy, but you also get up way too early in the morning. I don't even know my name at 6:08 am.
That's why I never make it up past like 9:30 ... Who are you, again?
exactly
Pineapple? Is that you? Why are you anonymous now? Do you need to "migrate" your blog to hte new version?!?!?!?!
I'm confused! I don't want you to be anonymous!
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