Once, a long time ago, someone close to me handed me a memo and asked me to read it. It was a work memo that summarized some unfair working conditions. I didn’t know who had written it, but my first comment was “Wow. Whoever wrote this can’t spell worth a damn and doesn’t know how … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Jalal Al-din Muhammad Rumi
For the story behind this week’s choice of poem, click here. Poem excerpt from One-Handed Basket Weaving, by Rumi I’ve said before that every craftsman searches for what’s not there to practice his craft. A builder looks for the rotten hole where the roof caved in. A water-carrier picks the empty pot. A carpenter stops at the … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Jalal al-Din Rumi
You and your older daughter are nearing the end of a sojourn in an unfamiliar land, a land that is neither Europe nor Asia but the meeting point of both; that has long been its reputation, and it has proven to be true. Never have you been in a place that feels like such a … Continue reading "I am a sky where spirits live"
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