We do not see Things as they are, We see things as we are Anais Nin
Tonight I am craving a Rumi poem. I craving his peace, his words flow over my mind as it stirs...so busy, my mind chatters and wakes me. It is unsettled... questioning waiting for the sun to rise. Waiting for myself to feel brave. I brace myself for the challenges, I brace myself to be brave and see things differently.
This week I had wonderful monday evening with Roop at Carderos. The meal was amazing and so was the friendship. I loved talking to him and sharing the warm city night with him. I was truly blessed to spend time with him. He made my week brighter. I was sad on wednesday when he left, I miss my friends or maybe the interaction with them. Why do I feel so unsettled when I am alone. What does this bring me discomfort? How to do I settle my mind into the night.
My exam has brought new challenges ....time is slowly disapearing and I am truly at study crunch time. I did not do as well as I wanted to at the Boston Mock exam. I spend a 40 minutes beating myself up. I need to trust myself...I know I am truly on the edge of great things...and this is my moment to be brave....Oh ...I ache... my mind wants to lead me ..... my heart knows... no sword... I follow my soul deep into the extreme.
My memories...all the pictures...drifting ...I am back to being present ...this week .. I was not. I missed yoga...I know..when I fall off balance...I lose touch with present and I need to come back to this place of stillness. I need to find the stillness in my soul.
Rumi on the Outside
The patio door is open...and Rumi waits outside
He wants to come in..to share tea with me
He wants to watch the sunset with me and touch my body
He asked me why I am so sad and afraid
Rumi craves me, he still loves me
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