Today started early with Hacivad Bey, who crept up onto the windowsill above us in what the French refer to as “crepuscule“ or that ephemeral fleeting neon-turkuaz blue only found at dawn and dusk.
Leaning over the edge of the cream-colored wood, he whispered into our ears before we ever woke up – a poem -from Rumi…
will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can
tear away the veils of intellect and
melt away the layers of shame and modesty.
When in Love,
body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist.
fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.”
Taking these words to heart, in some small protest of the commercialization of love and Saint Valentine’s Day, I hope you will celebrate what matters today with those you love!