I was putting away my calendars from 2011 when I was drawn to one that contained images and sayings by Rumi, a thirteenth century Sufi mystic. His poems and spiritual writings which were written in Persian and translated in many languages around the world have stood the test of time still being admired some 800 years later.
Here is just one of his countless writings that spoke to me:
We rarely hear the inward music,
But we are all dancing to it nevertheless,
Directed by the one who teaches us,
The pure joy of the sun,
Our music master
This beautiful piece of poetry reminded me of the importance of stopping long enough to be still and listen to that inward music.
Irene McDermott © 2012