The Wisdom of Rumi

Rumi is a fascinating poet. Enjoy Luisa’s intro to the man.

words and music and stories

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī (30 September 1207 – 1273), was a Persian mystic, philosopher and poet, founder of the Mevlevi order of Sufism.

Rumi was known as the “drunken Sufi” because he found ecstasy in dancing, poetry and music.
One day Rumi was walking along a street in Konya, Turkey (then part of the Persian empire) when he heard the rhythmic beating of a goldsmith’s hammer. That melodic sound spurred him to stretch his arms and start whirling in a joyful dance. When he was overcome by dizziness, he fell into a trance of ecstasy: thus began the whirling dervish meditation.

According to the BBC: “It is believed that Rumi would turn round and round while reciting his poetry, and it is this dance which formed the basis for the Mevlevi Order, or Whirling Dervishes, after his death. Dervish means doorway, and the dance is believed to be a…

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Donkeys Are Chow Hounds

The same day that we found out the goats were gone, we also fed the donkeys.

Bob gave his best hee-haw and Holly appeared around the side of the shed. She stared at him quizzically, “Is this really worth my time and effort?”

Buddy had no second thoughts as he trotted toward the fence, braying in a rather asthmatic way. He wanted to ensure he got his fair share of the sweet potato medallions and baby carrots before Emmett and Holly arrived at the fence to push him aside.

Buddy was correct. As soon as the other two got to the fence, he was nudged to one side. Fortunately for him there were two of us feeding the donkeys out of two different plastic dishes.

Within a few seconds, both dishes were empty. Buddy blew donkey slobber mist onto my hand in his eagerness to get the last few bites. That boy could really use a class in how to eat properly and not like a jack ass.

While Bob was in the store finding out about the goats and purchasing chocolate chip cookies for their dessert, Buddy lead the trio in verbally complaining about the wait.

What gives? We’re still hungry?

You know the drill, you’ll get fed as soon as he comes out of the store.

And your point?

See there he is.

They shut up as soon as they recognized him walking towards the fence.

Buddy was so eager to eat the cookie that I put near his mouth, that he knocked some of it to the grass. I picked it up and fed him the rest of it, although, neither he or Holly are too good to eat food off the ground.

Spoiled Emmett is still too good to eat dropped food, although at one year old, he has lost the charm and cuteness he had as a young colt. He’ll learn when Holly has her next foal sometime next year. She is getting quite round through the midsection.

Dogwood Crown of Thorns

According to legend: Each bloom on a dogwood tree has four petals, symbolizing a cross (as the legend tells it). At the end of each petal, there is a small indention to remind us of the nails that pierced Jesus’ hands and feet. The center of each flower on the tree has a nubby look to it, reminding us of the crown of thorns placed on Christ’s head at the time of His crucifixion. And many times on the dogwood flower, there are colors of red dotted on the bloom when you look closely, reminding us of the blood Jesus poured out for us.

These ‘thorns’ are actually dogwood seeds, which is one of the reasons that dogwoods are grow so easily in the forest.

Brilliant red berries
More signs of autumn's approach
Summer receding 

This year the berries have turned red before the leaves.

Funny One-liners and Quotes

Kaushal Kishore

Last Sunday, I shared some pearls of wisdom, but there are some good one-liners and quotes available on the internet. I have collected 20 from various sources. A lot of such sayings have been attributed to Dilbert or Scott Adams, but irrespective of who had penned these funny quotes, let’s get entertained this Sunday too.

1. I say no to alcohol, but it doesn’t listen.

2. A friend in need is a pest indeed.

3. Marriage is one of the main causes of divorce.

4. Work is fine, if it doesn’t take too much of your time.

5. When everything comes in your way, you’re in the wrong lane.

6. The light at the end of the tunnel may be an incoming train.

7. In order to get a loan, you first need to prove that you don’t need it.

8. Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don’t…

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Young Pierced Androgynous One

You welcoming smile
shown  past the piercings
of nasal and lip studs
and three types of earrings
Your smooth hairless face 
looked like a teen girl
Your close cropped light hair
was too gelled to curl
I wanted a new phone
that you didn't know well
but nonetheless 
you were ready to sell
You tried to include 
Internet and computer
I said "No thank you
please don't pursue there."
Your name was androgynous
and offered no clue
so my pronouns were neutral
since I could find no cue
Then I looked at your name tag
and found information
He/him/his
Helpful revelation.




Are You a Part of the Community or Apart from the Community?

Do you sit on the sidelines,
always a Monday morning quarterback?
Do you ever have skin in the game
or sweat equity in the project?
Do you sit on your butt
more often than you put your back into it?

What do you value most in your life?
What are you willing to do more than complain about it?

There may be some truth in the old adage
If you are not part of the solution
then you may be part of the problem.

Time vs Effort-how will you balance the equation?

Do You Write the Donkey Blog?

On Saturday, we stopped by on a hot humid day to feed the Donkeys.

Bob gave two of his best hee-haws and after a few minutes, Buddy stuck his head around the shed. Once he recognized Bob, he almost trotted to the fence, braying in an asthmatic way. Holly and Emmett sauntered at a slower pace, appropriate to the afternoon heat and humidity.

We fed them kale bites and slices of cut-up apple. The kale bites were almost too small to feed them without fingers being a possible appetizer. Fortunately for us, all three donkeys used their lips rather than their teeth to remove the bites from our fingers. A few fell into the tall grass at our feet, both Holly and Buddy nuzzled the grass afterwards hoping to find leftovers.

When Bob disappeared into the store for donkey treats and dessert, Buddy stood silently waiting for his return. I guess it was too hot to demand immediate food service. Holly and Emmett also stood silently.

Buddy wondering when Bob will come out of the store

When Bob came out, he said that one of the ladies asked “Do you write the donkey blog?” He thinks that somebody must have told them about it.

“No, but my wife sometimes writes about the donkeys in her blog.”

I didn’t go in to ask them where they heard about the blog. I was too busy giving the donkeys harder baked chocolate chip cookies than the crumbly ones from last week.

When we were done, Buddy followed us along the fence as we returned to the car, hoping the chow line had not yet closed. Emmett was grazing on grass and Holly was searching the grass for leftovers.

Working the Office

Seeking Entrepreneurs

  • Set your own hours
  • Establish your own territory
  • Determine how much money you want to earn
  • Pay no taxes
  • Meet a variety of people
  • Bring your own sign

Does this sound like a job that might interest you?

If so you could be one of dozens of people in many towns and cities that ‘work the office’ on many intersections. From Los Angeles to Washington, DC, you can find people ‘down on their luck’, ‘anything helps’, veteran, ‘have a family to feed. While the signs and stories may differ, the individuals are usually men. But not always, sometimes you see women or even a few adults accompanied by children.

If you drive by an intersection regularly, you may start to notice the same individuals working the same office. Sometimes they seem to have set days and hours where you can find them on site in almost any weather. Some of them have something to sit on, water or another beverage, and something eat. Some of them approach any car waiting for a red light, others wait for a sign of encouragement like a smile or a rolled down window.

On 395, at the off-ramp to 14th street in Washington, DC, the series of men who have worked that office usually sweep, rake, pick-up trash at that location. The fact that they seem to be improving that intersection may prompt motorists to reward their efforts.

Down on his luck

A panhandler brings his umbrella and seat.” by kennethkonica is licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0.

Lughnasadh: The Irish Harvest Festival–August 1

Lughnasadh or Lughnasais a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season. Historically, it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man. In Modern Irish it is called Lúnasa, in Scottish Gaelic: Lùnastal, and in Manx: Luanistyn. Traditionally it is held on 1 August, or about halfway between the summer solstice and autumn equinox

Lughnasa is known as Gwl Awst (GOOil-oust), the August Feast. While Lughnasa is named for Lugh, the “funeral games” are actually in honor of his step mother, Taltiu (TAWL-too). She died after the effort of singe-handedly clearing the forests in Ireland to enable cultivation and grazing so that her people could be fed.

As with many Celtic traditions, the Christian Church in Ireland adopted Lughnasa and renamed it Lammas (Loaf Mass), when a loaf made with the first ripe grain was taken to church and blessed.

  • Bake bread.
  • Gather flowers.
  • Make some arts & crafts.
  • Make a corn dolly.
  • Decide what you want to accomplish for the rest of the year/
  • Celebrate the Grain Moon (full moon of August).
  • Host a potluck for family and friends

Do Computers Conspire Against Us?–Part 1

For two days, I tried to log in remotely to a USS Midway library computer that I use to catalog on. I had to change my password. For the first time since the Midway implemented this quarterly requirement, I kept getting an error message. Initially I blamed it on being a typo queen, but I typed one key at a time, checking each stroke to make sure the key I thought I hit was the key my fingers actually touched. I needed more help.

IT tried to help me several times, but the first day provided no relief.

Not me at this computer, but you get the idea

I decided to have my computer checked, in case it had a virus and made an appointment with a local Best Buy Geek Squad. One of their prep requirements was to back up my files before bringing the computer in. So I had to purchase an external hard drive (which came with no directions on how to use it).

After purchasing the hard drive, I brought it home and got on my computer to look up the hard drive manufacturer. Did it have a PDF that would tell me how to run it? If it had one, I could not find it so I used their chat feature. After going through their help screens so they could turn me over to the first representative who was unable to help me, I was then turned over to a second person, who could help. She not only helped me, she also sent me an email with the instructions on how get to the correct place on my computer, since it was not easy for me to do that from the URL in the chat screen and remain in chat with her.

In the middle of this exchange, I got a phone call from the Midway to try to log on now.

I tried logging on, with the same error message. I called the Midway Library and got a voice mail. I returned to my chat with the external hard drive tech support.

Of course the Midway called me back and the person I talked to, offered to manually put in my password. He tried, when that didn’t work, he said he would go down to IT to chat with the tech who had been helping me.

Back to the chat where the person thought I had abandoned her. I told her she had given me the info I needed and thank you very much.

I followed her instructions and was able to begin backing up my hard drive.

The Midway called me back and asked me to to try to logon one more time. Apparently there was a miscommunication between the password I thought I had told the IT tech and what he apparently heard. I tried the password that the tech had heard and was finally able to log on.

In the meantime, the backup was trundling along nicely. It accomplished what it was supposed to do.

We took the computer, the mouse, the keyboard, the power cord, and the external hard drive to Best Buy. Our Geek began checking us in. He took as much time as the person who first checks you in at the airport. I’ve never come up with a plausible reason why this takes so long–they have my ticket and my ID so what is going on? (In fairness to the Geek, I did not have to provide ID.)

He asked me my password a few times and was unable to process it aurally. He then asked me to write it down, where my helpful husband asked if the Geek could read my handwriting. The Geek replied in the affirmative but I logged on anyways. The Geek studied some screens and said they would check it out which might take a few days.

We left Best Buy taking the keyboard, mouse, and external hard drive with us. Now I would have to learn to survive with just my husband’s barely used all-in-one, my small laptop that I use when I go to the Archives, and my cellphone.

To be continued….

Fetal Americans

Dear Supremes,

As a fetal American, I appreciate what you did for me today

But what becomes of me after I am born?

If I am not a white male, I’m irrelevant.

If I have any special needs you don’t want anything to do with me unless my parents can afford any treatments.

I have to be a conservative, white, heterosexual male for you to want to hear my opinion. Otherwise I am invisible and/or woke.

You totally support me while I’m preborn. What will you do about me once I’m no longer connected to an umbilical cord?

Respectfully yours,

Fetal American

Spirits from the Elders

Wisdom whispered on
the hawk's wings
as it glided
across the glen's sky

Snippets of knowledge
chirped in staccato pulses
from deep leafy boughs

Thoughts swept over rocks
as unseen waters followed
a winding tunnel
'twixt forest and meadow

The poet  listened intently
hoping 
to understand the messages

Word arrive on butterfly wings

Breath.