I EAT THE FRUIT. I MAY AS WELL BELIEVE.
“The caravans had no food, yet food was dropping all about them. If someone had said Look, over here, they would have thought him insane. How can this happen. Am I dreaming? I walk up to the trees. I eat the fruit. I may as well believe.” Rumi, “Visions of Daquqi” This morning, I read A Year With Rumi for the first time in a long time. It had been a while since I’ve read his poetry.
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Read moreDON'T OVERTHINK IT.
I’ve had this blog for a little over three years now, but I have barely posted in it. I keep trying to convince myself that I need to have the perfect workflow set up, that this blog will be for x and the x always means a bazillion different things. I overthink it and journal and write about it instead of just posting about it in here, which, truthfully, would make more sense.
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