I have been incommunicado with my sister who I like to talk to every day.
Finally when I was able to get service I wrote kind of a complaining kind of email.
I wrote how I had done a workshop in NYC and then drove right up to Rhinebeck to teach another workshop where there was no service and the food wasn't good and my feet were cold and and and ...
The following is what she sent back.
This place where you are right now,
God circled on a map for you.
Wherever your eyes and arms
and heart can move
Against the earth and sky,
The Beloved has bowed there.
The Beloved has bowed there
Knowing you were coming.
After I had myself a good cry I thought about the "work" I was whining about.
I know it's not work. I know it's a gift that I get to fall in love with 20 new people each time I am blessed enough to lead a writing from the heart workshop and sit in a sacred circle where people are courageous enough to say "this is who I am and this is what happened to me" and I returned to my grateful Self.
PROMPT: Write a short piece about what you recently have bitched and moaned about and then taken Hafiz's words and tell us where you are now!
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