I’m fortunate in that sometimes, the books that are piled so high on my desk avalanche and I find myself staring at the exact words I need to keep me going in that moment. Some people call it grace. I guess I’m grateful for grace.
I knew the moment I stumbled on Rumi’s quote about that place beyond right and wrong that my life would be different. I got goosebumps.
This quote touched my soul in such a way that I no longer needed to be “right” about anything. I have always craved harmony but attracted conflict. I needed to find a place – a sacred space – where interaction with others was based on this idea of non-judgment. Once I found that field described by Rumi, inside my own heart, all conversations became possible. Especially deep conversations. Deep conversations about motherhood, religion, life-death-rebirth … and I felt connected.
What should we talk about? I welcome the conversation.